Going in circles, a destination unclear.

You traced my footsteps. Is it here?

In search of an answer, your secret was born.

Special, you felt, overflowing warmth.

Though, unknown were you to me.

A fleeting memory.

One in a billion,

but not the one I yearn.

Maybe that time I looked in,

blind to the sparks you saw fly.

I'm sorry, I never loved you.

I was just passing by.