Sometimes I wonder,
If you think about me,
As much as I do you
When you listen to my music,
Like I do,
When I listen to yours.
Do you miss the times we spent together?
The laughter, the sarcasm, our conversations
Do you miss… me?
It irks me that things had to end
The way they did,
I wish we would have gone on longer
That is my lamentation
It begins to rain outside, as I write this
And for a moment, it’s as if
The heavens are sharing my sorrow…
This is what happens
When you make assumptions;
Our egos and their selfishness.
Avoiding eye contact on the corridors
Yet our souls crave each other
You try to hide it
Your big pretty eyes give you away
Every time you walk by
I know you see it in mine, because I don’t hide it
It’s not something I want to deny
I just want us to be friends again.
I miss you.
Your pen wrote this poem, by the way.