I used to think you still come here
Hoping to find me
but I no longer believe you do
I am mostly not here
I come back to check on you
But it is all wistful thinking
I love the word wistful
it makes me wish I was with you still
In my wispy way
Like some de ja vu breeze
That contains only you
and me
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