Thoughts Of You

I tell myself the love is gone,

but in the same breath a little voice whispers **it's still there**.

I tell myself I don't miss you,

but every day, everywhere,

I look for you.

I tell myself it wasn't meant to be,

but in remembering how good it was,

I find that difficult to believe.

I tell myself I don't really care,

while the sound of your voice

makes my heart leap.

I tell myself love will come again,

yet at the same time I wonder

whom you will be loving then.

I tell myself it's over, but my heart refuses to accept that.

I tell myself to forget you, and I try, I really try, but you make it hard to do by staying on my mind.

*Poem ©Anonymous*