I thought this time,
I’m finally choosing myself
That I’m going to be fine
And all the promises will be kept.

But why do these feelings
Can’t be freed?
When I adamantly asked,
To start your year without me?

tell me,
how do you do?
I root for the chance
that someday,
I could see you.

are you hoping that
we could talk again too?
because me?
it's always my wish
as time sweeps through.