Here I am, lost in thought,
never knowing what to say or do.
What could we have been?
When would we finally know?
I try to read your thoughts,
still afraid of what I’ll find.
I’ll never know what you would have done,
or what we would have become,
if you had done what was on your mind,
before you walked away.

I’m still here, yet numb with pain,
hoping this would end.
How could such love be lost?
Such passion cease to show?
I wonder if this is real,
or perhaps just a terrible nightmare.
But then it all comes back,
the agony, the sorrow,
too raw and harsh to be a dream.
So I wonder what would have happened,
if you had done what was on your mind,
before you walked away.