I wish I could hold her, but she's someone else's now, The pain of this love, I don't know how to allow. Her touch was a memory, a warmth I once knew, But now, I must forget, as she forgets me too. Our paths may never cross again in this life, But her love will linger, cutting like a knife. She’ll never find someone like me, and that’s true, And I’ll never find someone who compares to you. ~kunwer