Whispering to myself

They say hind sight is twenty twenty,
But I feel like I've gone blind.
As I stare at that photograph,
Only wishing she was mine.
They tell me to move on,
And that I will find "her" someday.
But that day is never closer,
And will never be today.
It's that old lost love story,
That 'tis sad but true.
They tell me to be happy,
When all I'll ever feel is blue.