Maybe

Do you think that I see you
the moment I open my brown eyes
in the morning, as the sun pours
through the nearby window?
Do you think you are the first few minutes
of my day... a hazy apparition from my heart,
of what I truly desire, and want?
Maybe.

Do you think you are the spring breeze
that caresses me
when I step out into the daytime dark?
Do you think it's your presence I feel,
or perhaps your essence...
that paints a warm smile on my sad face?
Do you think... I think of you this much,
or almost as much as I used to?
Maybe.

Do you think that through the course of my day
when I'm surounded by stupidity,
or taking a moment with my thoughts...
I still wish I could be with you
instead of someplace I really don't want to be?
Do you think I would still go out of my way
to make time for you, and I
like nothing has even changed?
Maybe.

Do you think that when I climb into the shower...
between six, and seven at night
that I dream of you being there with me,
that I dream of bathing you...
from your head, down to your feet,
that I wonder what it would be like
to wrap you in a soft white cotton towel,
and carry you into the bedroom...
where we could love being loved in such a way
as we fall asleep while spooning?
Maybe...

but these days
thoughts like this are best reserved
for a more deserving woman,
because you had your chance to cherished
like this...
and you blew it.


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