The said, the unsaid and the afterthoughts
Those things that were said swivel in your head,
Mixing with the things that were left unsaid.
And now the afterthoughts keep you awake,
Wondering what should have, could have, would have been.
And as you lay there thinking, tossing and turning,
Haunted by all those things,
All you can do is replay in your mind the things that were said,
Those that were not,
And the afterthoughts that lie in between.