Credit goes the original

I am nothing but a tinkered facsimile

Fragrant-fleet (Link)

My version

You may not reminisce me
For I was one in a thousand.
I can not erase thee,
For you were the one amidst the thousand.

Your passage swayed me,
Yet you will never know.
For it is what I truly felt,
Yet never could tell you so.

My thoughts often don't summon your essence,
Yet my conscience longs for your presence.
Though you don't make my everyday,
Your story will make my children's day.

You may never fly past me again,
For which I never regret,
You flew away, for
You were never mine to be.