If, at a certain hour you contemplate staying in work a little longer because you’re unsure of your reaction if we see each other on the road.
Do you still have the things I gave to you? Do you cherish the memories attached?
Do you ever regret not answering the questions I asked?
I wish I knew the answers to the questions I have but I know I’m better off wondering.
Because, looking for closure in someone who has offered you cloudiness is like dancing to a shared love song alone.
I wonder if you think of me when I think of you. I wonder if you ever feel to talk. I wonder if you ever will. And if I’ll respond..