I think I'm fine.
(but not in that way. you would've laughed.)
I oftentimes wonder,
Especially now when it's dark,
(in this dark, cold room)
whether you care.
I can't get the moment you turned away
Out of my head
And it's starting to frustrate me.
Because it shouldn't matter anymore —
We're done.
But are we?
We never did have a proper talk, did we?
Everyone wonders what happened.
One moment,
We were in our own world;
And the next,
We weren't.
She still asks to this day,
What happened.
I'm not sure what to tell her.
If even our cat knows
That something's amiss,
I wonder if you know too.
Do I even know?
(i want to know.)
