Saturday, November 21, 2009


I miss you like thunder and lightening.

I long for your voice
Like I long for the ocean
On a cool summer afternoon

I remember your hands
Like I remember to play the piano
Every line
A graceful melody

I drew a line for you
I built a canyon for me
And now I see
That there is no going back
I must leave you where you lay
And live praying that I learned
From our childish mistakes

But I wondered today
Like I have a million times
If you still think about me

And if you do
What do you see?

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