She wondered if he ever thought about her.
Letting go seemed easier; staying wasn’t even real.
Wanting to call him her baby; daydreaming he was hers.
Wondering if he ever thought about that little black and white dress.
Ever wanted to call her baby; call her his wifey.
Time and distance made it hard; life even harder.
Some days she still thinks about him
Knowing that’s all it will ever be-
Anxiety and stress all making messes
Farewell and silence between the fading writings on the wall.