Thinking Over

Where have you been? I waited, but the only answer I found

was the cold morning wind. The silence here is heavy now, filled with the

weight of the things we never said. I thought time would offer clarity,

but it only sharpened the bitter sting of this quiet disappointment. Maybe you were

never coming back. Maybe I was just thinking it all over alone again.

Thinking over a ghost, while the world moves on. Where were you?