You And Now Poem by Margaret Ann Newcomb

I wonder can you hear me.
I thought of you today.
For a long time.
Sometimes I come upon myself just standing,
still, not knowing what to do now.
Sometimes I come upon myself wandering
aimlessly around the house, waiting
for someone to tell me what to do.
I could paint, but I don't want to.
Too much getting all that stuff out.
I could write but I don't want to.
I'm not done thinking of you yet.
As if thinking of you will
solve some great mystery,
If I just thought of you long enough.
Perhaps I'll ride my bike.