I still think of you sometimes,
Even though you are never mine.
I still think of your hand in mine,
And how it warmed my heart.
I still see the small smile on your lips,
When your eyes lingered on me.
I still remember the small things you did,
That showed you did care for me.
I still remember the random messages at 2 AM,
Even though you knew I was asleep.
I still remember the food deliveries during lunch,
Knowing I always forget to eat.
Though you no longer do these things,
I’m grateful for the memories.
For the time we shared,
And the way you made me feel.
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Poems of Confession
PoesiaWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
