I loved writing you letters
when I was by myself
but still you were there.
Now it’s just… tiresome.
I loved chatting with you,
feel we were close
even if you were far gone.
Now I’m just… stuck.
I loved telling you things,
picture you here,
with me.
Now it’s just… hard.
I loved talking to you,
not having let go and
still be holding your hand.
Now… I’m still…
In love?
when I was by myself
but still you were there.
Now it’s just… tiresome.
I loved chatting with you,
feel we were close
even if you were far gone.
Now I’m just… stuck.
I loved telling you things,
picture you here,
with me.
Now it’s just… hard.
I loved talking to you,
not having let go and
still be holding your hand.
Now… I’m still…
In love?