sometimes i wonder if it will be enough, looking away when you look towards me wondering if i'd recognise you from the not-so-distant past. sometimes i wonder what you'd do if you were me and i was you? would you look away, pretend we are strangers and not lost souls wandering in the depths of abandonment, just trying to survive? or will you smile at me and reminisce the beautiful past where strangers were just people we saw on the streets and not broken bonds and distant promises? will you try to solve the mystery of why we are apart or leave me in silence, hanging on a thread of hope that it isn't as loud as the demons that haunt you when you close your eyes, dancing in the flames of wanting retribution for crimes i do not remember? will you remind me of all that went wrong and all that could have gone right if we had just spoken and not held on so tightly to our need to be right? will you prompt me for wanting a bit more and not wanting to concede to the life we lead right now, following ideas like mindless sheep and words of idle men? or will you question all my desires and leave when you get tired, because it's not enough and it never will be? i do not know, for I am Me and You are You and while i wonder if all these questions are really ever enough, you become even more distant in the not-so-distant past.