We left that special place.
Closer than we have ever been.
Before.And I don't know.
If I regretted it.
Or if she did.And I was afraid to ask.
Now no matter what anyone said.
My chances were shot.
I couldn't go back now.But that was ok.
Because maybe.
It was worth it.Maybe.
I would get another.
Chance.If only I could have a sign.