Sometimes I think about
Something I think about
the day I lost you.
I wonder if there was
ever a chance if
you come back.
Some days I think
if I said I am sorry,
would it be enough.
Sometimes I wonder
if we could be
true to each other.
Some days I feel like
we are suppose to
be together then there is others I donot.
Sometimes I think about us
and the love had
for each other.
Sometimes I wonder
if it would matter
if we did try again.
There are some days
I think does she even miss me at all.
Someone must been listening
to me because you do
miss me and still love me.
Sometimes I wonder
if you did
but I know that you do.
I love you so much.
-Gene Conner
September 11, 2009