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I know I should not ponder
But I can’t help but wonder
Does she still keep my picture?
Does she hold onto my notes?
I no not but I want to be sure.

I want to ask, I want to know,
If any signs of love for me still show.
My friends tell me to throw away
Anything reminding of her I store,
Because it will make me think of her night and day,
And that I should not think of her anymore.

Yet these things I still save
Because the thought that the love is lost
Is for my heart, far too grave.
I hope her feelings for me have not been tossed.

I hope she holds a place for me in her heart.
I hope this place does not have a lock.
I hope the feelings have not turned tart.
I hope feelings for me she doesn’t block
Just because she deserted me.
She may have done so on impulse, too early.
I hope so bad that we can be
For I think we can live happily.
I hope for her that she doesn’t feel bad
I don’t want her to feel sad
I don’t want to force her into a corner
With awkward meets, and awkward speaks
Until to her I am a foreigner.
These words, these poems, to her I never let leak
Because of I don’t want to make her full of sorrow
Her eyes filled with pain for me, and regret tomorrow.
Although I doubt she could even care
I try hard not to go there.
Ill try to take the stream of time,
Even if for me, this means going up a waterfall,
I will endure the climb.
Ill try to see if she ever feels the empty space
If she passes by and sees my face
If not, all will eventually be ok
Time, one year
She will taken away from here
And Ill be here to remain
To wash out this love’s stain.