i still wonder if you'd heard them
penned down and sealed away
everything i could never bring myself to say
(everything that was left unsaid)

and in every silence
(every heartbeat)
i heard all the thoughts
i knew you'd never get to hear

sometimes i dream of you
and i dream of everything you left behind
and i dream of everything that could've been
and i dream of everything that i never got to say
(some days i'd wake up and want nothing more than to go back to sleep)
(i could still see you in my dreams)

and i listened to the silence
and all i heard was you
(you lingered like an afterthought of all the words left unspoken)

you were all the things i'd never said
and maybe i've got one or two regrets
(but what is there i can do at this point?)

but how does someone
manage to make you feel
everything at once
yet also nothing at all?