Growing old is getting old, I often find myself thinking about the birds, the boats, and past loves that flew away or started sinking, and it's crazy here without him. I used to think this was all ours.
I got up from the park bench overlooking the lake and made my way back down the path where we once walked. It hasn't been that long, I was only in America for about a month, but it feels like ages to me.
I felt like I had it all, back before I lost it all. Now I just wait for him to talk to me. He doesn't though.
Well, I have faded in the dark.
I close my eyes and think about tomorrow.
It never came true though.
Oh, and him.
He's always holding onto stars, but I think they're better from afar.
Some things just are.
And in case you're wondering,
I regret it all,
However
