I think of him often. I wonder, Does he think of me? We used to have the greatest love . love sent from heaven above. His lips were so soft....Oh so soft. It was like being in a dream . I miss his eyes, his smile, his touch, but most of all his Love. He used to kiss me like I was the only. But he had another Love. A love that left me behind. It wasn't another person, it was a place, material things. Something that is a big part of his life that will never go away. Something that cannot feel. It has a grasp on the attention that I have been trying to get. But a mind and heart couldn't take much more. No matter how hard I was holding , your mind was to far away. To far from my reach to far from home..I still think of him, But I can't help but wonder, Does he ever think of me?
