aftereffects

Thank god for the fact that I can read.
Not humans, but words which define us, our being, our surroundings.
But I cannot read you, your being, your self-ness...
You are are difficult... or rather I am too simple..

There could have been things, so different...
Yet they are not..
To come back, its difficult. I know..
You never did.
I could not.
I wish there had been simpler things..