I hate the nights.
That's when I miss you most.
That's when I'm most vulnerable.
When I reach out to you,
with no response.

I hate the nights.
That's when I'm alone,
with my thoughts.
That's when I have no other choice but to
think, and ponder.
What if?

What if we stayed together?
What if we could make it two years while you were gone?
What if I was strong enough?
What if we were older?

Looking back,
I would've waited.
We would've made it.


But we didn't.
And I'm here, alone,
with my thoughts
instead.