sometimes I wonder if winter was your favorite season, too,
or if you would have preferred summer, or maybe autumn.
you never seemed like a spring person, though.

sometimes I wonder if maybe I had waited a little longer,
she would have changed her mind and we could've made it work.
it never seemed like she'd budge, though.

sometimes I wonder if you would have been understanding if I hadn't just left,
or if you would have shut down and broken my heart just like I was doing to yours.
you never seemed to be the type to do so, though.

sometimes I wonder if you even regret letting me go,
if you miss being entwined in bed or watching me scramble eggs on skype.
you never seemed like one to let memories go, though.

I wonder if things were ever as they seemed
or if I deluded myself into thinking they were so.