Perhaps I Was
In thought, imagined, how well went the day,
And how you shone in threads of white and gold;
Upon your lips a wistful smile might play
As if your thoughts had turned to friends of old.
The future, as it beckoned, drew you in,
As sweet as your beloved when you kissed;
With melancholy heart I hope within
A part of you felt I was sorely missed.
I shut my eyes and see you in your dress,
In radiance, a bloom of silk white rose;
A vision tempered fair with loveliness
And wish that I had been there in repose;
Yet sadness is diminished some because,
If you thought of me at all...perhaps I was...
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