Sometimes, I still wonder.
I did move on.
But I still want to know the secrets.
Why were they kept away from me?
Maybe I want to see repentance.
Maybe I want to close the loop.
Today, I am strong.
And balanced too.
I feel sad – that I can’t see anyone in trouble.
Foolish me, I keep dreaming of her – why?
Foolish me, I keep thinking he will apologise. Why?
Foolish me, I wonder what happened – why?
Foolish me, I feel sad about his depression – is it bipolar? is it schizophrenia?
I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t know. Maybe I should.
It’s gone. All gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.