Do you think of me?
Do you think of me
When you dress each morning for school?
Do you think of me
Or do you try to forget, the man who became such a fool?
Do you think of me
When you cuddle into your duvet each night?
Do you think of me
Or is all you remember the pain of my flight?
Do you think of me
When the Christmas tree lights just won’t go?
Do you think of me
And think of such moments long ago?
Do you think of me
As round the table, you chat through the remains of the day?
Do you think of me
Or is my atonement that it shall forevere be this way?
Do you think of me
When long and dark becomes the night?
Do you think of me
And wonder if I am alright?
Do you think of me
As I have thought so often of you?
Do you think of me
And if you met me tomorrow, what would you do?
Such memories just can’t have passed away
From that place where your dear thoughts play?
I shall love you both to my dying day,
Pray sometimes think of me!
10 November 2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem