journal · poetry

Thinking

It seems we’re
all missed chances and
second guesses now.
Though you were the one
who stopped believing
or caring.
I never did.
I think of you,
I think of you –
hope for more than what is.
Fear it.
Knowing you aren’t,
and likely don’t,
think of me.

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