“When you miss someone, what will you do?”
I smiled, What can I do? I scribble
Scribbles scribbles,
I scribble words that I should've said before they go and lost.
“Well, that's fine. You still have me.”
Really?
But no, you also left me
So I scribble again, see?
Yeah
But I did realized something
There was never ‘you’ or anything
Because you were only a product of my overthinking.
