Let me wonder

Wonder what would happen if I left my mind on the bedside,
near a lamp, a book and a memory of us.
Wonder if you’d still call my phone in the middle of the night,
always too kind to ignore but too tired to reply.

Wonder what would happen if I met you again on the street side,
would you avoid me or stop and admit that you hate my guts.
Wonder if what they told me has always been right,
always too close to my heart but too far from the eye.

I guess wonder won’t take me anywhere as it only brought us here.
Maybe it was a sign that God sent down just to make you disappear.
I’m not saying that I miss you and make all of this just sappy,
I’m not saying your words hurt me but yeah maybe i’m a little less happy.