|
I cannot help but wonder
If I have turned into a
stone
Because it’s what I feel
like
At times
Like the ones when I’m
walking
Through the paths you had
walked
I see you there
But it’s like I don’t care
Or the times when I hear
singing
Because it’s someone’s day
I’d remember each and
every one of yours
But then I’d move on
Then there are the times
when I’m eating
And I’d notice the empty
seat
I’d wonder where you’d
gone
And leave it at that
Still, there are the times
I’d hear laughter
From the people you had
held dear
And I can’t stop myself
from wondering
If they have
turned into stone like me |
