Love

When I think, I deeply analyze

What I did wrong , what I did.

Sitting on the bench in a park,

I’m thinking what I did.

 — I told you, “go away,” and you left

The last word before the breakup

Then, sure, I was, to leave.

Now I would turn to you, humble

Saying “I’m sorry”.

I know how good you are and you would forgive me.

But I do not know where you are, I can not find you.