Do you ever think of me
And feel empty inside?
Missing the way your body felt
Pressing close to mine?
I don't.
Do you ever look at an old couple
Sitting holding hands?
Thinking that could be us
If given a fighting chance?
I won't.
Do you ever watch children at play
and wonder what ours would be?
Boys or girls, outgoing or shy,
Gently sweet or just plain mean?
I can't.
I don't miss you or think of you,
I don't wonder what if or pine,
I don't care what you're doing.
And THESE are my lies.
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Written January 19th, 2006
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