I haven't seen or heard
From you
In years
And I'm happy
Yet as I look
Back through the photographs
Once again
I remember
The friendship
Infatuation
And
Love
That haunted me
When you were there
But now
The feeling is
No longer there
I loved you
Once
But not ever
Again
YOU ARE READING
Do I? (Completed)
PoetryDo I love you? Do I even like you? Every time you call, I wish you didn't. Every time you don't, I wish you did. So I must ask myself again do I love you?
