Slowly –
The hours turned to days . . .
The days to weeks . . .
The weeks to months . . .
And I am still waiting for you.
Frequently –
I find myself asking you “Where do I belong?”
Do I even belong at all?
Do you even care?
And I am unaware of the chaos outside my head
You also sit there unaware of the world around you . . .
Oblivious as it crumbles, enveloping you in its destruction — it crashes to the sea.
In my mind –
You and I are together . . .
Standing on a cliff . . .
Overlooking the ruins of this life . . .
And even though you are gone –
I wonder . . .
Would you have loved me?