The many "perhaps"…

Perhaps we needed closure, as one of his friends said.
Perhaps he didn’t love me, however might be untrue.
Perhaps he did not want me, and wanted someone else truly.
Perhaps I did not love him, something which could be true.
Perhaps he fell out of love, something which could be true.

Perhaps we are not meant to be, not far from perhaps now.
Perhaps he is happy without me, something which I am uncertain of.
Perhaps he is loving somebody, something which I am uncertain of.
Perhaps he is damn bastard, most foolish of all jerks.
Perhaps he is good-natured, someone I once found.

Perhaps we would meet again, something I am not dreaming of.
Perhaps he would get married, something not far from what’s expected.
Perhaps he would come back, something which I truly doubt.
Perhaps he would pass by, and would ignore me again and again.

Perhaps he would read this, but I don’t care if he would not.
Perhaps he is betrothed, to someone I know of.
Perhaps I am in denial, that I am over it all.
Perhaps I am right, that he is way below from someone I deserve.
Perhaps I am wishing, that he would reap what he sowed.
Perhaps I would if I could, shoot him with my bullet.
Perhaps I never did love him at all.

Perhaps it is over, perhaps it is not.
Perhaps is the only word I have got.
Perhaps is the answer to everything.
Perhaps is the answer to all of these things, perhaps…