Gray skies made the days
Short and dreary;
Milling pieces of a stranger;
An acquaintance from a past life.
At least that is what it felt like
Life spent missing him.
Chasing old classics as distractions
Trying to forget him.
Ten years comes flying like a ton of bricks;
That it would ever it hit her.
Circling with repeating almost once upon a time
Happy ever-after daydreams;
Missing him like wearing a sweater
That was never hers.
Unsure of the hearts strings claiming
Pure intentions and Ironic Story Lines.