Standing there
the sun behind you, 
an outline of my heart.

What ever happened to our
"crushes" and "wishes"
replaced by "what ifs", I suppose.

Standing there, 
the sun behind you, 
doubting from the start.
One by one, 
the shadows fade.

As if to say:
"The day has lasted much too long."

Your beauty precedes you, 
But in my eyes, 
only a shadow on the wall,
a silhouette 
of what I used to have.