I never think of you. Your face never crosses my mind. Your dark eyes Are quite forgotten, And I cannot remember that they are The shade of a puddle Waiting for rainboots.
I never think of you, And I do not care. It does not bother me That I cannot hear your laughter Behind me, Or the whispers for my ear. I do not even recall your absence Until I look around me for an answer And realize that you are not there.
I never think of you, And there is no love lost. You were never even a dandelion seed for me, Not ever even a wisp of a wish To pin everything on, And now that you are gone, My dreams have not floated away With you. On the wind, Off to some new ground.
I never think of you, And your name does not escape my lips Softly when I am not dreaming of you, When no one is listening, Not even I.
I never think of you, My love, And there will be no poetry Written for you, Nor the smallest word spoken for The love of you Or the loss of you, For no love was lost.