I pick up the phone,
But I know not to call.
You are with her,
me not at all.
I picture you and smile,
remembering the days...
days when we laughed
when we talked....
It isn't like I lost you,
More like you can't be here.
But still, I can't help but wonder
Do you think of me too?
Confused (poem)
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