an unrequited addiction

Tue, 07/31/2018 - 08:30 -- azeeble

Maybe you don't think of me much
Or maybe you don't think much of me
But when I take my mind for walks
We end up sitting under aspen trees.

When I ask my thoughts to wander
Into the wide, beautiful world
It circles back to what it knows
Retracing the curves of your name.

In the soft stillness of a daydream
I drift through my memories
That have brought me the most joy
But now those moments only sting
Because I know
You're not there with me.

-- an unrequited addiction

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