I can’t help but wonder...
As I sit here alone. Does she
still think about me, And
glance at the phone. Does she
miss me... And the time
we had.
Does a tear come to her eye,
When something reminds her of me.
Do I
cross her thoughts...
As often as she does mine. Or does she
block my memory
out, And pretend
she is fine. Does she lay awake
at night... Wishing I was
there. Or does
she fall asleep fast, And not even care.
It’s over I know...
But I can’t help
but care. I feel lost without her,
I wonder if she knows or
cares. Yet I can’t
help but wonder... As I sit
here alone. If she would have
never
said goodbye, Where we would be today.
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