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on nights like these
when my love is far away
and I'm alone in this room
with only the computer's hum for company
I wonder if you miss me.

I wonder if you ever stop in your tracks
and look back for a moment
on what we could have become.

do you sigh when you think of me?
have you ever missed the sound of my voice
or ever hoped that your mailbox
may hold a letter from me?

I remember all that you wrote.
every word.
and don't think that I haven't noticed
that you rarely write anymore.

because I don't either.

it's not that I'm not happy.
I am.
more so than I think I've ever been,
but there are days when I miss you.

there are nights when I dream of the wrong person
and moments when I wonder
what would happen if I called you.

it's not that I miss the romance
or the sex.
but rather that I miss my friend.

I don't know if I can be in the same room with you
because with us it was never just friends
was it?

I don't think we know how to be friends.
can men and women ever just be friends?
I know what the answer is
but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
because the answe means that I can't ever see you again
without wanting to run away
to the arms of someone who will never leave.
because the answer means I can never change the fact
that will always love you
and miss you more so than that.

it means that all I will ever have is the memories,
a longing
and an unanswered question.

because there are nights
like these
when I look at the stars
and can only think of you.
because there are poems in my head that torment me
because I won't let them out.
because sometimes I'm afraid I'll say the wrong name.
because I'm too afraid of what I'll do if you say that you miss me too.

but because I'm even more afraid of what will happen
if you say that you don't.

Description
on nights like these
when my love is far away
and I'm alone in this room
with only the computer's hum for company
I wonder if you miss me.

I wonder if you ever stop in your tracks
and look back for a moment
on what we could have become.

do you sigh when you think of me?
have you ever missed the sound of my voice
or ever hoped that your mailbox
may hold a letter from me?

I remember all that you wrote.
every word.
and don't think that I haven't noticed
that you rarely write anymore.

because I don't either.

it's not that I'm not happy.
I am.
more so than I think I've ever been,
but there are days when I miss you.

there are nights when I dream of the wrong person
and moments when I wonder
what would happen if I called you.

it's not that I miss the romance
or the sex.
but rather that I miss my friend.

I don't know if I can be in the same room with you
because with us it was never just friends
was it?

I don't think we know how to be friends.
can men and women ever just be friends?
I know what the answer is
but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
because the answe means that I can't ever see you again
without wanting to run away
to the arms of someone who will never leave.
because the answer means I can never change the fact
that will always love you
and miss you more so than that.

it means that all I will ever have is the memories,
a longing
and an unanswered question.

because there are nights
like these
when I look at the stars
and can only think of you.
because there are poems in my head that torment me
because I won't let them out.
because sometimes I'm afraid I'll say the wrong name.
because I'm too afraid of what I'll do if you say that you miss me too.

but because I'm even more afraid of what will happen
if you say that you don't.