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While free
I don't know why I miss you
Now that it's been a year;
We've both had time aplenty
To sojourn that trail of endless tears.
All memory of me to you is forgotten
I'm simply someone whom you met,
And with whom you convalesced for a little while,
Just enough to get your nomadic feet a little wet.
Now I'm not the same to you,
Though there stands no one in my place.
If only I understood what shortly transpired
To leave our footsteps all but erased.
I hate this rambling verse
Falling deftly in same meter
And how all I speak are questions,
Omitting the most important one,
"How did you meet her?"
Assuming there is another her,
Well how doth she then compare
To what you had before,
And was she even more rare?
I don't know why I miss you
You were never enough for me,
But until we each find someone better,
What shall two malcontents do
While they are free?
