Nociception & Nonsensical Metaphors

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I asked myself what she saw in me
And why to me it wasn't plain to see
It's a lack of satisfaction
Not an over critical sense of self

Why did she care so much?
Why hasn't she forgotten me by now?
It's less of a why and more of a how.

Sure, I still think of her sometimes
But these thoughts like ever fleeting dreams
Keep me sweetly cautious

I've changed a lot since then
She wouldn't know me anymore
Vacillating
should I revisit her door?

So many questions I shouldn't ask
To make clear all that happened in the past