A Lovers letter

As I walk through the jungle of people
Hearing the voices of many
Yours is the only one that stands on it's own
I reach where I heard your different voice
Seeing your face I open my mouth to speak
My voice gets caught in my throat
As I see you dreaming of another girl
Crying I walk away allowing my bundle to fall
Sitting down hidden behind a green tree
I hear an ear-splitting noise
The jungle floor cleared, until I was left alone
Getting up thinking about him
Realizing it could never be him and me
Sitting down I collected my things
Sighing I started writing this poem
I'm sorry I'm not the right girl
Sitting here I realized I should of told you how I felt
Maybe then things would of been different
You won't ever know who wrote this
I'm sorry you hardly now me
As we grow older we'll go separate ways
I wish it could be you and me
But that was not meant to be
I'm sorry I’m not the right girl for you
I'll sit here and finally say good-bye to you

                            Wish you would know and maybe even love,
                                                ?