A Passing Thought

There are nights like these
When I remember all
that we wanted to be.

I think of the words
That went unheard
And all the times I've tried.

Yet, my mouth mirrored
My heart and said
"Keep closed you must"
So maybe we're better off dead.

I sat here alone,
Played a song in my ears
And I realized it's okay if you never hear.

I wanted to miss you,
But there lies the issue,
I shouldn't miss what doesn't
Want to be remembered.

A passing thought
Is all that we've got
Too much to say,
Too little, too late.

No I am not bitter
I'll just think of that night in November
Where everything fell into place.

La dee da.
I wanted to write a poem, but it kinda failed. I'm leaving it though.