I Wonder...
Posted: Monday, August 22, 2011
by Ingrid Weir
http://www.facebook.com/ingritaweir
I wonder if you miss me
I wonder if you think of me
Does a song come on the radio
Or a certain time of year
A scent or a phrase
A memory drift across your mind
I wonder if you miss me
I wonder if you think of me
I’m not sure if I do of you
It’s so fleeting when it does
There is no point after all
For you are gone
You will never be here again
But even still, I wonder
Sometimes, I still wonder
Do you ever miss me
Do you ever think of me
I wonder if you miss me
I wonder if you think of me
This is a poem. For some reason, I have to have 150 words to post this, but I feel like adding to it would somehow take away from the original meaning of the poem. As a result, I am ending with an explanation, which will put me at over 150 words as is required.
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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)This is so damned honest and full of pathos. I love your style and I like the evanescent quality of your expression. "You will never be here again, but even still I wonder". Love your work.Thank you Christofer. :-)
Very nice Ingrid. I've got a feeling somebody misses you, a lot. Good day.Thank you David. You are too kind. Good day to you, as well. :-)
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