Sometimes

By Stone Bryson

Sometimes,
I wonder if you think of me...
and if you do 
I wonder if it's

a pleasant memory.
Sometimes,
the hatred burns away...
I forget your lies and
dream about 
the games we used to play.

Sometimes, sometimes,
I get buried in the hole of losing you.
Sometimes, sometimes,
I forget you're gone 
and that our love is through.

Sometimes,
I wonder how much you cared...
and if I'm still
an ache in you
that no one can repair.
Sometimes,
the bitterness steps aside...
the pain you dealt 
is washed away
by the memories of those nights.

Sometimes, sometimes,
my guard comes down and I'm wanting you.
Sometimes, sometimes,
I forget you're gone 
and that our time is through...
...only sometimes.

Copyright © 2004 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written May 1997

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