Today, at least
I did not think of you.
Today
my mind did not conjure you
nor did it stop to linger
on images of times unpassed
my name in your mouth
and the touch of a finger
Today
I did not wander the
many paths not taken
in visions did not awake near you
nor from tender dreams
suddenly awaken
Today
I did not drift in streams
of memories yet unmade
did not whisper secret wishes
nor softly sigh to find that they
were by reality betrayed
Today, at least
I did not think of you.
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