I try not to think
Not to let my mind wonder
Not to have hope?
Hope? What hope
Isn’t it too late for hope
My mind doesn’t seem to reach a consensus with my heart
It drifts…drifts like the wind
Drifts to how it could have been
Or what we could have been
Dende could have been mine
We would have been happy
My mind seems not to want to agree
To agree with my body
It seems to like to torture me
Torture me with thoughts of you
What thoughts of a possible ‘us’
There is no ‘us’
There would never be
We have both found happiness
Happiness in the arms of our ‘others’
‘Happy? Happy? Are you really happy with her?’
My mind always wonders
Wonders far
Just by a brief picture
Or a call
Or a message
My mind wonders
This unsettled feeling keeps my heart beating at a fast rate
Too fast
Please slow down
It wasn’t meant to me
He’s not mine
He’s not mine
I lost him long ago
And I would like not to dwell on it