Thoughts of you come to mind.
I'm lost,
Dwelling on the could've beens,
Should've beens,
Would've beens,
And if'fs,
Buts,
And why-didn't-I's.
Nevertheless it's over,
You're with someone new.
Is that not true?
Even still,
In my heart,
As my feet take me to those special-memory places,
I remember the ghosts of me and you.
