You drift into my thoughts but I don't topple over anymore. I remind myself how you wanted me to leave that day. I use my wasted time to wipe my tears. Not that they matter to you anymore. Even though I cried as we parted, you let me. To be honest you weren't the first and maybe not the last to want me to go.
Its still too soon. I want to ask you questions and curl up next to u in bed. Missing all those opportunities of course now that your gone.
Sting thinking it doesn't matter, gotta get over that !!