It's all over—I know that.
Yet why does this silence still wait with me?
I've moved on... or so I tell myself.
Still, my eyes return, again and again,
Longing for just one more glimpse.
One last moment that no longer exists.
Perhaps I've gone a little lunatic,
Holding on to an invisible hope.
Maybe it's not you I'm waiting for
Maybe it's the part of me you took along.