It doesn’t matter anymore,
The “she” that once was everything;
It doesn’t matter anymore:
It’s time for what the new days bring.
It doesn’t matter anymore:
The plans, the dreams, the arguments;
It doesn’t matter anymore:
For she is gone, to all intents.
It doesn’t matter anymore,
The words that don’t add up to jack;
It doesn’t matter anymore:
There is no point in looking back —
It doesn’t matter anymore,
But I’m still grieving, I confess:
For she does not care anymore,
And I do not care any
Less
To share is human:
when one person-gone- matters; nothing else- pretty much-does. So why not write letters to one’s self?
Love you