Forgeting You Is Hard To Do

Sometimes I miss you
and it's all I can do,
but lie in bed
and think of you.

A little girl lost I am
fluttering around,
hoping that one day
our romance will rebound.

My only wish is
that I could be there,
wrapped in your arms,
without a single care.

But then the moment,
the second, the hour soon passes,
and I'm back to myself,
a number among masses.

Thoughts of you are
a fading memory,
not for you nor I
but only them to see.

I want you,
and I dont.
I need you,
but I wont.

If we were together,
I would not be sad.
But if we were together,
I would not be glad.

I want to write and talk
just to see how you are,
but i'm stuck and can't.
That'd being going too far.

Besides, letters and emails
I wrote to you before,
emails and messages
that you chose to ignore.

I wonder whether
you think of me still,
or have you forgotten
and wish me much ill.

The things we have said
sometime dance in my head,
and when i recall them
i feel much dread.

Did you mean what you said?
Was it all just a game?
These questions and more
go unanswered just the same.

Did you walk away
or get busy like before.
Because now i'm not so sure
and will know never more.

So i won't write or call
or make the first moves.
I cant and i wont.
My pride refuses to lose

And since you wont
or have forgotten,
our bittersweet
thing is misbegotten.

So this is the end.
This is goodbye.
Never did i think
our thing would die.

But it has and
no one's to blame.
You are gone,
and soon I'll do the same.