The Games That People Play Poem by James McLain

All those wicked games that people play
I walked across the street.
Does it ever cross your lonely mind
nothing can or will, ever stay the same.
Here where I stand I think of only you
every day all the time.
In my voice you can hear it all my love
you can hear love how I miss you
as I call to only you.
Just to hear again to her your name.
Turn around stop please stop and think.
Even when your far away I can't walk away.
Inside your heart the smallest part I held
the smallest part of you
of who you are love I'm not that far away.