" After you left
I stared at the driveway
Feeling its emptiness
Wondering if you’d return.
After you left
I thought about your questions
Wishing I hadn’t been so blunt
Wondering if I scared you away.
After you left
I remembered how you felt in my arms.
How you fit so perfectly there. Like my guitar.
Wondering if I should have kissed you when I had the chance.
After you left
I sat in my room
Remembering all the things you said, and
Wondering about all the things you didn’t.
After you left
I sat in silence.
Missing you in a way I didn’t quite understand.
Wondering if you’d ever come back. "
― Tamara Ireland Stone , Every Last Word