Something about love

Should I ring him up?
Or draw him a little card?
Or should I look him up directly?
Will he be surprised to see me?

Will he call?
Will he miss me?
Will he write to me?

Or maybe I’m just a nobody to him at all?

Why do flowers smell sweet no more?
Why don’t the breeze waft anymore?
Why am I so restless?

Doesn’t he miss me one bit?
Should I call him?
Or draw him a little card?

Or…




Regarding love,
there are infinite incomprehensible questions.