I sometimes imagine , you here with me
I do that because I think it might help .
But apparently it does not
and its hard to imagine as well .

I ponder the fact that what would you be looking like right now
your hair ,eyes ,nose would it be like me the same ?
I wish I could have seen you just once ,but I cant
because you left before I even came .

There is something I am feeling
I guess it’s probably just curiosity.
God did not want me to be there
because I could not have put up with the atrocity.

I want to know more than the photos
more than your name.
But I guess it will just remain a dream
because you left before I even came

I think about asking about you ,
I think about talking about you .
But I don’t want to hurt anyone or open old wounds
so there is no one I can talk to .

I try to feel more connected to you
but I cant ,who’s to blame ?
I will just have to accept the fact
that you left before I even came .