You said you thought of
me the other day.
It was nice to know I had
somehow found my way into
your thoughts.

Not a day goes by that
I don't think of you;
never a sun has set that
I haven't longed for you.

You miss me, you said. I
have learned to live with
missing you...it's not so
hard; all I have to do is
live, close my mind,
breathe, walk and talk...
but never feel.

In other words...
I miss you too and I
make it through with
the hope that only time
stands between us, and
each day will bring
you closer.

But, I grow impatient.
Why can't it be tomorrow?
What is this strange enchantment
that is cast upon our fate?
Never really together, yet, we've
never really said goodbye.

I just loiter in your memory,
and you linger in my heart, while
each passing day reminds me that
our lives are miles apart.

Don't you see?
You are my hopes, my thoughts,
my dreams...but, it was nice to
hear you say you thought of me
the other day.?