Hopeless Poem by David Whalen

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Do you ever think of me?
I often think of you
Do you ever regret
Moments missed?
I often regret them too

Memory is such a fickle friend
And time…
both friend and foe
For no sooner than
I've taken leave
I start to miss you so

Needy nature,
Clinging vine…
Faults, or virtues?
Both are traits of mine
I'm needy, greedy
(tho' I hope not creepy)

But I can't stop
Doing what I do…
So, I hope
You often think of me
For I often think
…of you…