Unsaid

Sometimes I wonder if you’re

Holding your breath like me

Waiting for the words that’ll

Change everything.

Sometimes I wonder if you

Wanted to hold me back

And tell me not to go

Cause I mean that much.

Sometimes I wonder too much

When I lost someone or when they left.

They are unfinished.

Just like how the ends of a rope never meets.

Sometimes I wish to have a full circle.

Instead of open-ends.

~S.H.~