Every day for seventeen years,
I have thought of you.
Every day.
Perhaps briefly at times,
perhaps not.
Not sure the triggers.
When I'm tired, I suppose,
in the evening like now.
Often because of a song,
Perhaps briefly at times,
perhaps not.
Not sure the triggers.
When I'm tired, I suppose,
in the evening like now.
Often because of a song,
classic Santana or The Doors.
Most likely though
The Stones "Miss You."
Sometimes I find myself singing in my head
more contemporary songs,
"Cause she's so high
high above me..."
or maybe
that Amy Winehouse song with your name.
Silly, I know.
more contemporary songs,
"Cause she's so high
high above me..."
or maybe
that Amy Winehouse song with your name.
Silly, I know.
But if sometimes I don't write,
it is not because I've forgotten.
It's just that
I know your time is precious.
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