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Sometimes, I think, or maybe
fancy is the right word - that
I can feel you thinking

about me.

Those days
when all the songs I hear sing
in those long-gone voices of
two kids who knew more about feeling

than living.

Nights when "we" is a weight
on my stomach, that place
right at the top. Where you would rest your
head, stare into my eyes, hand
on my shoulder, touch me inside

and out.

Years when you never
came to mind. Or so I told myself, pushing
down dreams where you left me again

and again.

Sometimes I think, or maybe
fancy -

sometimes.

Description
Sometimes, I think, or maybe
fancy is the right word - that
I can feel you thinking

about me.

Those days
when all the songs I hear sing
in those long-gone voices of
two kids who knew more about feeling

than living.

Nights when "we" is a weight
on my stomach, that place
right at the top. Where you would rest your
head, stare into my eyes, hand
on my shoulder, touch me inside

and out.

Years when you never
came to mind. Or so I told myself, pushing
down dreams where you left me again

and again.

Sometimes I think, or maybe
fancy -

sometimes.