memories of what used to be

I wonder if he remembers me , or if I'm just a memory.
I wonder if he thinks of me, or if he finds it useless
I wonder how he is and if I'm still a love of his
I wonder if he's okay.
I've been thinking, how happy we were and the memories make the tears stir
Think about all we said, the lives we lead, not know where to go and where to find a place.
One day, I may hide and not be able to see his face.
I miss him looking out for me, the way it used to be.
I wonder if he still cares...
That's a question that tears..
I wonder if he still cares or if I'm just a memory of what used to be..