FERRIS WHEEL

I'm sitting on the bench of a ghost fair, remembering the day when I got on the ferris wheel with you. The remembrance of seeing you indifferent when you saw me, while millions of
stars were exploding in my being, made me feel brand new. I implored you to get on the ferris wheel and you said yes. We reached the top and everyone saw us, I felt so special with you.

I didn't want to get off because I knew you would go. Those seven seconds in heaven felt like hours.
What goes up must come down and that's what the ferris wheel did. I glanced to look at you and to my surprise, your eyes were pinned on somebody else. My heart decided to ignore it, I think a part of me still believed that you really felt something.

After the passing of hours, I slowly realized that my love was one-sided so I decided to leave without telling a soul. I thought you wouldn't mind, but I was wrong. You looked for me days
after I left the fair and I didn't notice. Now that it is too late to return to you, is when I sit on the bench of a ghost fair where I look for you on that ferris wheel, hoping that maybe you
will find me and want to return to what once was us.