a brown volvo

I remember talking to you,
About a brown volvo,
The life we would have,
And the places we would go,

We spoke of the future,
And of homes and trust,
Of names and children,
Of a future that would last,

I've seen forever come and go,
In three months or so,
As measured by you,
I've seen your forever come and go,

I thought and thought,
Perhaps I deserve my lot,
Then once again I thought,
And realised I did not,

I know she doesn't belong,
To me even if I think we should be,
Together in my forever,
Here I will always be,

I know I will always love,
This girl that I've lost,
But it's time to move on,
And find myself without a heart filled with frost.