I Don’t Think Poem by Max D. Hornbogen

Well I don’t think we have talked for a while so now let’s just sit a while or too and think of the things that we have not yet said. But now I can rethink of the things that I’ve said to you in the past, but I know that this is now and that was then. Of all the things that I have said, I know that I have said to many things that I regret but now and then I can hear your voice going through my head. As if you were here with me, but lately I have not been feeling your touch not for a while or so. Well I don’t think that we should go yet I just want to stay a while so I could see you before I wake up in my bed, but if I go just please leave me a sign so we could talk again some other time. Well now the light is shining through my window and I guess that means that I have to get up. Now my day is starting and now the leaves are blowing with the wind, so later on tonight I’ll just shut my eyes and think of where to met again. Maybe I’ll see you in a big white room with some two nice chairs in it; even now I can notice that you’re wearing white clothes that could fit you just right. And now your face and your hair still looks the same that it was before and the way you move is as carefully measured as your take each step that you take.