Sometimes
I think you might
Miss me too.
And sometimes
I dream about you
Telling me it meant
Something more to you.
Sometimes
I wish you’d call,
Because if I call
You may not feel the same.
Sometimes I wonder
What it would have been like
If it wasn’t so short;
To have met your friends;
To hold you again;
Sometimes…
Oftentimes, I remember
More than I should,
And things that
Never happened.
Oftentimes, I forget that
Hey, it was great
Whilst it lasted –
Memories are never enough.
And oftentimes
I’m grateful I was, briefly,
Someone special to you.