by Maria Francesca
I might see you today
and I might not be lying
when I say that I'm fine.
I might notice other people in the room
There might be regret in your eyes
as I walk away from you
and I might not check to see if that happens.
I might not commit mental suicide
for the stupid things I might say
and the clever things I might not
I might wake up
and not tell myself
that I might see you today.
Posted on 08/15/2007
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