Thanks for the image, of her all in white,
it's not like I planned, on sleeping tonight,
and thanks for reminding, me that's she gone,
just when I got thinking, that I'm moving on,
and thanks for remembering, the earrings she wore,
and the infinite chances I don't have anymore,
and thanks for all of, the thoughts I don't need,
cause why write her poems, that she'll no longer read?