As I Did

I don’t write as much as I used to

But, at the same I do

I don’t write my words for you

Not anymore, that’s true.

I can’t find the spark, the one that you gave me

It’s like fumbling around in the dark, I wished you’d come save me.

I’ve been lost for a long time,

I couldn’t find the words that rhyme.

I couldn’t find any reason

If I couldn’t liken your features to the seasons.

Words are hard to find

I always feel like I’m being dragged from behind

By my past, my regrets

The things that I left unsaid.

The words that I didn’t let go of that day

I still wish that I said them if I could have my way.

But there are things I can’t take back, I know this now

I just wish that my words will find you somewhere, somehow.

I don’t write as often as I did, I can’t write like I used to

And in that one desperate bid, I tried writing to you.

I don’t miss you as much as I did, not like I used to

I pretended I was fine and hid, while wanting to be with you

I don’t think of you as much as I did, I just think of you every now and then.

But when I do, I think time and again

If I said those words that I didn’t then

Would you have stayed with me, way back when?

I don’t care about you as much as I used to

But sometimes, I think to myself, do you still think about me too?