Streaming Thoughts

If I could know what you thought for a day

I’d ask if you loved me.

Like you used to say.

I’d ask if you remembered what used to be.

 

Do you remember our first kiss?

And the way it felt like a dream.

Do you remember how you called me ‘Miss’,

When we first met by the stream?

 

To think we somehow grew so close.

When once you hardly knew my name.

And now, again, to you I’m a ghost.

Can’t things go back to being the same?

 

Yet then again I don’t wish for those things to be,

Because it would all be a lie; you never really loved me.