Sonnet I Poem by Patrick Calleja

Does she ever think of me?
I ask myself
Does she not remember the moments we had?
I beseech myself
Does she brush away all the things I did for her?
I argue with myself
Does she not appreciate me?
I cry to myself

Hush, Hush - I say to myself
There's no need to shed any tears
The storm is here, but it leaves momentarily
And it'll all be over very soon
Miss her indeed I shall
However shall thee ever miss thy pal?