• You say these things,
    Yet they never make sense.
    Do you mean this or do you mean that?
    Do you mean what you have said before?
    Or do you mean something new?
    Is this meant to help me?
    Is this meant to hurt me?
    I don’t know what to think,
    What to say.
    I hint that I need the answer,
    That I need you to explain.
    But you never do.
    So I sit in the dark,
    With these questions,
    And the burning desire to ask.
    But I know the chance has passed,
    And I have to continue on.
    Confused,
    Wondering,
    Questioning everything.
    Wishing I had asked,
    Before I lost the chance.
    Wishing you had stayed,
    So I could ask.
    But I know the time has passed,
    And there is nothing I can do.