Like a song I haven't heard in ages
You've reappeared in my mind,
Bringing back pleasant memories
Of getting to know little things about you
That I somehow haven't forgotten.

The recollection of the gentleness of
Your smile makes me glow just like
You always seemed to whenever
I saw you, so that thoughts of you
Become a fire to keep me warm
As the nights grow ever longer.

I still wonder what you thought as
We embraced for the first (and last) time,
In that quiet moment surrounded
By all the noise bombarding us from
The outside, when I saw enough to
Make everything unclear.

Sometimes I find myself reaching for
The phone, even though I know I
Don't have your number, in the hope that,
If I just dial randomly, fate will
Allow me to hear your voice again.

I think my last words to you were
"I'll miss you", even though I didn't know
Then quite how true that was;
The song I wrote about you has
Similarly grown in aptness, though
Most of it was written before I had
Any idea that one day I would
Actually know you at all.

It's strange how much has grown
In meaning since then...
Though I don't know whether I mean
Anything to you really.

Perhaps I was reluctant to listen
To what you said to me silently.

11/26/2003

Posted on 11/27/2003
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