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thinking of me

I know she’s out there.

Still thinking about me.

Because I’m still here,

Thinking of her.

What if she’s loving the wrong man?

Is she stuck and looking for a way out?

What if she’s the one that saves me from myself?

Is she a career woman too focused to worry about love?

She could be building a dream life and waiting for me to stumble along.

I wouldn’t mind being the one to show a broken heart how to love again.

Maybe I’m doomed for loneliness.

A single without his pair.

Cold and alone.

Decaying in the sunset.

But I’d die with hope, 

That she’s out there thinking of me.

Published inWeak Ass Poetry

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