IF…

Where would I have been?
Where would we have been?
As the memories flash
It’s your face that I see,
No, not see…only imagine.

To imagine your presence
Is like a slit of my skin
Like an arrow through a heart
The need of the touch I once had
A touch I will never again fell in this lifetime

It’s the regret that murders all feelings
Once you stop breathing, you’re … gone!
Once you stop feeling, you’re … gone!
And, will it ever come back?
Will the excitement return?
- No.

So, is he lost?
- Yes.
So, is he love?
- How will I ever know?
A question cannot answer a question.
However, this answers with a question.

Fucking questions.

From now on the only feeling I can feel is…
…Regret.