Do you know?

Do you know what it feels like,
To realize too late what you wanted to say?
To play it again in your head,
Like a scene from the dead?
Do you know what it feels like,
To wish on a star?
You could gather the pieces,
Of your shattered dream
Or hold it together with a neatly sewn seam?
Do you know what it feels like,
To realize too late?
That the moments you spent
Were not memories you leant?
Do you know what it feels like,
To stand at the door?
And watch him walk away,
His bag on his shoulder
And your heart in it’s fold?
Tell me...
Do you know?