Sometimes
Now and again
I will think about you
And I might even think of how
I miss the butterflies that came to my stomach
When I heard your name
Or the thrill I'd get
When you would talk to me
Or the delight that would come from your smile
Sometimes
I am glad that I've moved on
But other times it feels like a chunk of my life
Is crumbling away from me
And most often when I miss you
I forget
            
You were never mine to lose