what was
i keep pondering
thinking about what was
but impossible to fathom what could've been
but i keep thinking about what was
because everything brings me back
to that couch
to those stairs
to his bed
they all could’ve been
and perhaps they even were
but everything disappeared
whether through betrayal or unreciprocated feelings
through uncertainty and broken trust
they were all gone
so why do i keep thinking
thinking about what was
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