I sit here alone, wondering what could have been of me and you. Don’t you remember our walks down the boardwalk? What, what did I do wrong. Could you tell me that. It’s a simple question, with no answer.

So now I’m left with me, and my thoughts. This might sound safe, but it only hurts more. Because these thoughts are really memories left behind in the dust with you as long as you have my heart and my soul.