• Sitting alone in the cold,
    the Dark,
    the Heartless,
    the emptiness.

    Does he even remember me?
    I was away,
    far away,
    for so long.

    I'm always wondering,
    always questioning,
    always thinking,
    always finding ways to run.

    I want to know if it's too late,
    too late to talk,
    too late to catch up,
    too late to save the memories.

    I wonder....
    I know...
    If he remembers...
    He doesn't...
    silly little me...
    Doesn't care about....
    enough to say hi...
    stupid little me...