• I think.
    Sometimes I think
    With pen in hand
    And thought in mind,
    Of you.

    How I think
    My meager thoughts
    So simple
    So true.

    Oh how I think of you
    Holding my hand
    Time seems to stop.
    Life pauses
    So I can enjoy this humble thought.

    For a moment
    Everything seems so right
    So perfect,
    But only for a moment.

    It's true what they say:
    Nothing lasts forever.
    But in the cruelest of senses
    As I think of you
    Whispering softly into my ear.

    I think to myself
    Why?
    Why must I
    Not be able to have you?

    Oh yes I think.
    When I stare into your eyes
    What I really see
    Is your shadow
    Walking away from me.

    And so I think
    Of your lacking presence
    So isolated and cold
    Without you

    Sometimes, I dream.
    I dream that you'll return.
    You'll return to me
    With open arms
    And wide eyes.

    But it's just a thought you see.
    Never reality,
    Or embraceable,
    Or tangible like you.

    So I keep my thoughts close
    As I would your arms
    Or hands.
    As I THOUGHT I would,
    As I THOUGHT I could,
    You.