Maybe, he does thinks about me
The way I do.
Maybe, he stares at my picture everyday
The way I do.
Maybe, I am in his thoughts at 4 a.m.
Just like he is in mine
Maybe, he waits for my text everyday
The way I do.
Maybe, he loves me in his dreams
The way I do.
Maybe, he adores my simplicity
The way I do.
Maybe, he prays for me everyday
The way I do.
Maybe. This word keeps holding me
From getting attached to someone else
From getting drawn to someone else
Because…
Maybe. It’s meant to be
But just not yet.
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