Passing Time With a Dime

I wrote a letter to myself
But it's too obscure to read
I put your picture on a shelf
But it's kind of hard to see

I left a note at the bar
But you didn't take it with you
I judged myself a little hard
So I have nothing to hang on to

I stared through the window
And watched a car go by
I kept asking myself questions
Over that long period of time

Different people, different places
But the feelings are the same
Now I wonder, even faintly
Will they always be this way?