Even the best fall down sometimes

As I stare out the window,
I was embraced by your cold shadow.
I shivered; reminisced about your warm caress
Only to wake up from this sweet stress.

Thirty years from now will you still think of me?
Of how we used to walk through the streets..
Of how our hands stumble upon each other
And find our eyes locked to forever.

Maybe this is not our time, nor yet the time
Maybe the ocean will soon dry
Maybe the birds will soon walk
Maybe the magic has lost it's spark
Maybe the ghost has come alive
Maybe our love was meant to stay in the past.