The Things We Missed in the Rush

Looking back at the ones we've lost and the things we could've done.

We never got that drink, 
We never bought dinner 
We never had coffee 
or slept through movie night. 
And isn't it tragic? 
Isn't it horrible 
To die so young and beautiful, 
A face preserved 
In formaldehyde, pixels and celluloid? 
And isn't it selfish of us 
To expect that you'd stay 
When the shortness of your candle 
Still lit fires in our hearts 
From hospital beds? 

I am grateful and twisted, 
Torn and partially digested 
Like the food we left cold 
On that serendipitous, sleepless evening. 
And what a miracle it was, 
A meeting of wires across the sky 
And we're driving away in your car. 

And isn't funny how lost we were, 
Misled by dirt roads 
And cul-de-sacs? 
I promise you, 
Though the wall between us is tall, 
One day it will fall 
And we shall be reunited once more. 
And we'll finally get that drink, 
We'll go Dutch on dinner 
We'll sip our coffee 
And have movie nights forever.