many, many times it conquered my mind:
the thought of not having known the joy that
you bequest, the thought of having riddled
myself at the patterns of incumbent
love, the dreams that would have been lingering.
in that I should tell you still of the way
we loved and liked a lot, and laughed a lot,
I know I can't cast you out of my thoughts.
for I shall never forget the moments
you have lent. I shall never forget the
care you have heartedly given my dreams
without which warmth would wade in cold despair.
i'm sorry we never did really love,
except for a lifetime of memories.