Behind me...

I had something for you
something to give you
Something precious to me
I just wanted to give it 
But, yes there's always a catch appparently
In everything that matters as anything
I couldn't give it to you
I let it slip through my fingers,
fall down ...
I didn't look back to see if it had broken
If it hadn't I might've wanted to get it back.
I can't afford to do that.
So I just moved on...
Sometimes I wonder ... what if it isn't broken
What if it's still just there...
Thats all I can do
I can't go back and check
Because I can't do anything about it.
Occassionally, when I think of it,
I write something like this.
I won't forget you or what I had to give you...
But that's all I can do.