Don't think about her
Nearly as much
As I used to
By now I am used to
The miles away
And the days that roll
Carelessly by
Cannot change
The estrangement I felt
The last time in her presence
As I would draw near
To the end of my sentence
She would without hesitance
Preoccupy
Her pretty little mind
With excuses for why
Her and I
Could not be
Brought together in moments
That felt more like
We