I've thought a lot about you,
In general of course.
But something about today
Has brought you to my mind
Even more than I am used to.
I thought briefly you were driving
That big green pick-up truck I saw,
The one with the yellow license plate-
It just seemed so very you.
Then I thought I saw you,
In a man with short cut hair
And a nice red tie.
But I remembered that you're far away,
And it wasn't possible.
But then again later, I felt desperately sad.
For no real reason,
Nothing that I could explain.
And it made me think of you.
I hope that you're alright.
I hope that you're not hurt.
I want to text you, call you, email,
Anything at all.
To make sure that you're okay.
But we haven't talked in quite some time.
And I'd hate to over step.
So instead I'll lay awake tonight.
And think of you.
And hope that you're alright.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
I've thought a lot about you,
In general of course.
But something about today
Has brought you to my mind
Even more than I am used to.
I thought briefly you were driving
That big green pick-up truck I saw,
The one with the yellow license plate-
It just seemed so very you.
Then I thought I saw you,
In a man with short cut hair
And a nice red tie.
But I remembered that you're far away,
And it wasn't possible.
But then again later, I felt desperately sad.
For no real reason,
Nothing that I could explain.
And it made me think of you.
I hope that you're alright.
I hope that you're not hurt.
I want to text you, call you, email,
Anything at all.
To make sure that you're okay.
But we haven't talked in quite some time.
And I'd hate to over step.
So instead I'll lay awake tonight.
And think of you.
And hope that you're alright.
