Mystery.

It's been days
It's been weeks
It's the longest time between
It's been weird
It's been different
It's been us
The whole thing is sad
It's a bit ridiculous
Sometimes in the middle
of the day I think about
going back; but then
reality hits me
&thats impossible.
The only thing I can
do is live today
&today means without you
It's not killing me,
I hope you're okay.
But, now I wonder whats next?
What happens now?
What do we do?
But those questions will remain unanswered
The conversations will
be left unspoken
The texts will never be exchanged
The thought will remain that
&we will remain, a mystery?