Thursday, June 4, 2009


I will always think about you

I will always wonder

I will always want to know

How the sunsets might have looked different

How a cup of coffee with you might have smelled

How I might have picked you a flower and

Tickled you softly on the cheek

How sitting with you by a fire on the beach

Might have made the stars come out more brightly

How you might have felt beside me

I will always wonder

How it might have been

If you had wondered too.

© Anne 2008

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