A Hundred Miles Away
A hundred miles away
Late at night
I think
About her
I’m stuck
At work
While she
Doesn’t even
Think
Think of me
Like
I think of her
It’s useless
For me to
Believe
And think
That maybe
Some day
One day
She’ll like me
As I like her
But I sit over
A hundred miles
Away from her
I can only hope
That some day
She’ll be thinking
Of me
Like I think
Of her
Perfect. always curious if the person i think of ever has even a fleeting thought about me as well. The human condition.. always wondering.. Never just flat out asking.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thought!!!!! Love it!!!!
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