Tell me.
What do you think?
What goes in, through and up above your head?
What do those grey cells think?
Don't we all pass through this phase?
Where we are left baffled as to what someone is thinking?
Don't we all have this urge to know how much we mean to someone?
So tell me.
What do you think about when you see me?
Do you think about how we met?
Or, do you think how we lost it all?
Do you think about the time we last laughed our heads off together?
Or do you think about the time we last cried for each other?
Or, is it rather because of each other?
Do you think about the time we were so inseperable?
Or, about the time when Love left us before we did?
What do you think when you reread our chats?
Do you think about the emotions that flew through our hearts, elating the shit out of us?
Or, the one's that shattered and scarred our bond?
Do you think about those silly times and smile?
Or, do you cringe and cry thinking about those dreaded nights?
What do you think when my name crosses through?
Do you reminisce our special type of bond?
Or, do you close your ears to shield yourself from impending doom?
Do you feel lucky to have met me?
Or, do you feel lucky to have left me?
Some questions are best left unanswered.
Or, are they unanswerable?
We never know, do we?