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Jul 2016
I find myself wondering,
when We became Me?
We were pretty neat,
I'd like to think, at least.

Maybe that was just Me,
and my wishful thinking.
I wished on a star for you,
and maybe that was silly.

Wishes are silly things,
I suppose. Just because
you wish it to be, does
not make it so.

But I know We had fun
while we lasted, and
maybe that's enough for
you. A quick fling.

Don't take that as a jab.
You're free to do as you
wish and with who you want,
but I don't have to agree.

For I wanted more.
I wanted you and
I wanted us to be We,
and yet, I am just Me.
Written by
Christopher Ross Howie  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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