June 26, 2017

I’m blind to the good, to the bad and to all that is not you. I have a number of questions that you’ll never hear. 
Where are you now?
Are you still writing songs and are they about me?
If you can’t make me happy, why have I forgotten how to be happy without you?
I wish you would show up in my life so I can remember why I don’t want you in it.  
Till then, I’ll be thinking of answers to questions you haven’t ever asked.