Ourselves To Miss
I haven’t thought about you
For a while to date
If there were things I knew
Everything is only too late
Did I miss you enough?
Am I subjected to do so?
When there isn’t anymore to ask
How did love become so cold?
And I decided to think about you
This day perhaps to have felt something
Yet of thoughts if that I knew
What of thoughts if memories were to serve nothing?
Have you thought about me?
I would like to think that you did
A self as willing if only to be
Yet strength has wane but weak
And I thought about you
This instance... this date
There were things I knew
Yet of everything too late
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