With you looking as you are.
I could see you didn’t know me.
The cold september morning when I called out your name.
I can see the horizon on the sea from my step and the bird
that is perched on the wire.
But when you looked at me again in the spring, you looked
at me with intruige and concern.
So many questions run through my head.
Why did you look at me that way.
Why don’t you know me the way I want you to.
Did you think of me the way I still do of you.
Does it hurt when i’m on your mind and you can’t feel me.
Why did I never tell you all the things I should have done.
How I dream of you at night, cry over you because I miss
you so much.
I wonder where you are and who your with, it pains me to
think that you could be happy with someone else.
Do you know that I love you and that I always will.
So many questions, one all important.
Do you love me.
I often wishful think upon that one.