If a little thing makes me think of you,
And my mind starts to wander,
I start to wonder what might have been,
I wonder if I did something wrong,
I start to picture you in my mind,
And remember conversations,
And the letters I wrote you,
Things you have said to me,
And things I want to say to you.
I get upset that I'm not with you,
I long to see you,
It's stupid really as I should be thinking of Louise,
But even when I'm with her,
Sometimes I think of you,
I'm not sure why I want to be with you,
Because you don't want to be with me,
But what I do know for certain,
Is that I still really love you.
David Weinberg 13 October 1997
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