For Melinda...

I just can't stop
thinking of you
and wonder if
you think of me too

Here in the dark
alone in my bed
and the sound of your voice
still filling my head

I don't understand
this attraction I feel
is it just fantasy
or could it be real

I struggle for words
or something to say
or that one special word
to sweep you away

And I wonder if maybe
you feel the same
then drifting away
I whisper your name

© Copyright 1997 John A. Caldwell
Venice Beach

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