What Ifs

Are you well?

Are you weary?

Still with a glance, can cast a spell

Is what I'm hearing

Even now it begs the question

During bouts of introspection

How to tell you

Why I sent you away

Can you understand that I was on a mission?

Steps I had to take alone

Sometimes I can't help it

Thinking about the what-ifs

But it's a waste, I know

There's only one place time will let me go

As a man I tend to stray from superstition

Now I'm haunted by a ghost

Sometimes I can't help it

Thinking about the what-ifs

But it's a waste, I know

I'm putting in my best to shake it

We could have built a home

It feels like a crime to fake it

There's only one face I cannot let go