who would have thought that this could be heartless or harmless in every way
I think about you all day
But it seems like yesterday or every other day
I always see you in my imagination,
every time I walked out the streets
I remember you
My mind always sees you
The way the memories would pop
every detailed and even the words we'd told
It was clearly precious in my heart,

But you're always been like this
Like nothing happened.
And left me hanging for awhile,.

*or for a long time