The Could've Been

In the sadness of my heart,
I will always think of you
Never mind that you cut me so deep.

I will always think of you
Because I'm my true self in your company,
Delighting in the freedom of minds.

And yet the cut bleeds torrential rain of anguish,
As I face rejection.
Humiliated, I try to escape and live.

And all I could think about,
Was our rudely interrupted chat that day,
The promise of something more,
The could've been.