At night <br />I lay <br />And wonder <br />If it’s me <br />Your dreaming <br />of. <br /> <br />Sure <br />I think about <br />You now and again <br />But that <br />Was then <br />And <br />We have long since, <br />Gone our <br />Separate ways. <br /> <br />So <br />When you <br />Cross my mind <br />I try not <br />To think about <br />What <br />Might have been <br /> <br />For <br />That was <br />Then. <br /> <br />We can’t <br />Go back <br />Again <br />There is no use <br />On giving in <br />It’s been <br />Much <br />To long, <br />There’s <br />No way to know <br />What we could <br />Have had <br /> <br />All <br />These <br />Nights <br />Of <br />Pressuring <br />And pointless <br />Thoughts <br /> <br />Are <br />Seeming to <br />Get me nowhere <br />Other than <br />Here <br />Reliving <br />All my <br />Pointless <br /> <br /> <br />memories<br /><br />Sam Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-212/
