You don’t see what I see,
Is your perception of the world the same?
To how I see.

Contrary of what you see, I feel.

And my feeling towards you empties as I echo the recollections of you, of the nothingness I feel now Apposed to how I felt then.
Or did I ever feel what I thought. I think I will know when I truly feel.

If months were steps, I would walk back down, never to choose that route again.