Memories crowd my mind,
like a cup, filled to the rim

Bittersweet thoughts of what
should have been
images of him, only him

Days when I saw the world
through rose colored glasses
and thought it would all be okay

Now I know what the
truth really is
and I live with it, day after day

Why, I ask myself
did it have to be this way;
why can’t we be happy too?

Yet I know deep inside what the answer is -
happily ever after is for fairy tales
and dreams don't always come true...