nothing has changed,
i still think about you
late at night
when the clouds are grey,

the world has grown silent,
most people falling asleep
to be ready for tomorrow,
yet i lie awake,
wondering if you're thinking about me
while i think about you,

did we run out of time?
did the universe decide
that our time was up,
and put an end to us?

i stay awake
late at night,
always thinking about what
could have been,
i wonder if you wish
we had a little bit more time,
would you be willing
to go against the universe
to make us come back together,
like two pieces of a puzzle
that someone forgot to finish