Sometimes I wonder if you ever think of me and, if so,
How you manage to brush me from your thoughts
And dream of someone else (I know I never could).
Vagrant minds procure no solace but in love, and
Only in its fair requital. Alas...
Nothing’s ever meant so much to me.
No one’s ever occupied my mind for
Every passing moment of my empty days.

anticipating
no, i’m simply waiting
for a moment
steadfast
this moment just won’t last
grip it, grasp and don’t let go
a memory is all i’ve ever known

I never once thought
that one day
I would have to wake up,
without you being my
very reason
to get out of bed

J.H.