sometimes i call your
number just for a recording
to tell me that it is
no longer i use; you’re
gone and i wish i had the
chance to speak to you
just one more time, but
i know that’s a wish i’ll
waste on shooting stars
for quite awhile
so, i’ll see you in songs and
movies that remind me of you;
old poems, the whispering
wind, and my aching heart
maybe i’ll see your face
on a crowded sidewalk
one day,
or maybe
i’ll never hear from you again
“one day”
i’m so hopeful for one day.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
sometimes i call your
number just for a recording
to tell me that it is
no longer i use; you’re
gone and i wish i had the
chance to speak to you
just one more time, but
i know that’s a wish i’ll
waste on shooting stars
for quite awhile
so, i’ll see you in songs and
movies that remind me of you;
old poems, the whispering
wind, and my aching heart
maybe i’ll see your face
on a crowded sidewalk
one day,
or maybe
i’ll never hear from you again
“one day”
i’m so hopeful for one day.
written on 2/10/14
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