Slowly -

The hours turned to days . . .

The days to weeks . . .

The weeks to months . . .

And I am still waiting for you.

Frequently -

I find myself asking you "Where do I belong?"

Do I even belong at all?

Do you even care?

And I am unaware of the chaos outside my head

You also sit there unaware of the world around you . . .

Oblivious as it crumbles, enveloping you in its destruction -- it crashes to the sea.

In my mind -

You and I are together . . .

Standing on a cliff . . .

Overlooking the ruins of this life . . .

And even though you are gone -

I wonder . . .

Would you have loved me?