I wonder so many things these days. I wonder how you are and how you're doing. I hope you are well and happy. I hope you are doing what you love.
I wonder if you still have the things I've given you over the years. Although, it's kind of dumb to wonder that, because you probably don't. I wonder if you'll ever be able to speak to me again and have a normal conversation.
Hell, I wonder if I would be able to handle that. I wonder if I will ever be able to see old books or dad jackets or tea cups without tearing up. It's silly to still mourn over what we had, but I wonder if we could ever have it again.
Ridiculous thought I know. Doubtful it will happen, but when you look at me and we lock eyes for a millisecond, my heart flutters and I get butterflies all over again.
I wonder if you miss me too.
YOU ARE READING
Sticks and Stones
PoetryHonestly this is just me coping with depression you don't gotta read it
