Been years now, since we last talked
And I am sure you have your on life now
But as I rummage around the local supermarket
Looking into the assortment of cheeses
I am thinking of you
But I say to myself
I don't think of you that often
A romance, a fling maybe even a relationship
Wish I told you how felt, when not drunk
God! Did I really say those things to you?
Idiot, what an idiot, foolish beyond foolish
Can't turn back time now though
Remember when we first kissed?
These are all the things I have missed
But I don't think of you that often
So I am in the car, on the bus or the train
Yet I still seem to carry this pain
Those two words that circle my head
“What if?” I think this late in bed
Just that rotating memory
Of thinking ‘maybe just maybe?'
I don't think of you that often