Perhaps we should have the same regrets,
We were fools to let go,
But I'm so glad we met.
Into the future is the only way,
But I think of you always,
Each and every day,
What you're doing now,
Wherever you are,
Maybe you think of me?
Thoughts of you are never that far,
For we only get one chance in life,
We let it slip away,
Maybe I'll meet you,
Again some day.
Jayne Louise Davies
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