how long have i vibrated with the
anticipation of spending time
alone with you?
how many times have i fantasised
about all the things we'd see
and do?
how foolish have i been to think
my feelings for you were
reciprocated?
or is it that you simply moved on,
little by little, just as i began
to fall?
how is it that i ended up trying to
pick up the pieces of something
that never was?
how come i'm awake past 2 am trying
to make sense of your words and
actions?
how are you so silent when there's
so many things you need to
tell me?
or is that i am no longer the woman
you had wanted me to be in
the end?
