Reasons are too many

Reasons are none

For the way you walked away

For the way you turned.

You gave me hope

And you made me sad

You kept me confused

Of whatever we had.

It is kind of good

It is kind of bad

Living with hope

With nothing in your hand.

I looked for you within

I looked for you without

There were no traces

Of your whereabout.

But I know for sure

With a hint of doubt

You are not gone for good

My dreams your hideout.