I Wish We...

I wish we could talk.

I can’t sleep.

“Dwelling pathetic me”

Is that who; I have become?

Have you moved on?

Do you think of me at all?

It seems forgetfulness came so easy for you.

Yet here I am.

Still helpless in the hope that you can still feel and hear my cry.

Was it all just a silly idea?

You and me, that sense of each others pain or joy.

I’ve lost you.

Knowing you’re there, but that feeling is gone.

Were did you go?

I have no idea where I am or where I’m going.

Can I come too?

Hoping, always hoping tonight you’ll be there.

Only to find you’re still gone

I just wish, I wish we…I wish we could talk.