I wonder why my mind wanders back to places I used to be.
People that used to be around.
It's strange.
I think of them, see them, all the time.
They're there. Existing.
Out there in the world, being themselves.
I wonder what they think of me. What they've said about me. I wonder how they're doing.
Are those people fine? The ones I miss, even if I shouldn't?
I don't know the answers anymore. I don't know why this had had happened to me, or to us. And yet, it happened, and I can't change that.
I wonder why my mind wanders when he's away.