Window

I stand at the window and wonder where did I go wrong,

Was it too much care that I bestowed on you,

Or was it little negligence I happened to exhibit?

Maybe I went too soft when you wronged me,

Or was I bit too harsh on your little slipups?

Did I not love you enough,

Or was it too much that it felt suffocating?

That I would never know,

Never got the chance to ask you these questions,

You left me when I least expected you to,

In the middle of nowhere.