She asked if I had stopped writing.
I said no... I just took a break.
I write when I drift between reality and dream—
But I was with you,
And I just wanted to enjoy the moment.

Now I lie alone, because you left.
You told me not to ask questions,
But you know it kills me—
Doubt is my craft.
Yet I honored your wish,
And kept my mind silent.

Your eyes looked far away,
And you kept checking your phone.
You sat apart from me in the car.
I didn’t want to ask—
Didn’t want to be a broken record
On a lost song.