“How Do You Think Of Me”, She Says.

How can I answer this? The only way is to be true to myself… will that be enough?

I don’t think of how we are…. I feel it….. I dont, not cant, often say so.. I wrote the following on my train home…..

Here’s what I’m trying to say….

You asked me, you had to, why it is I like you,
Comparing me to him and him, why do you ask me, I think,
There is nothing, everything between us, a drink,
The distance now is a train away, as always, you may,
Be you and who ever you want because as you say,
I can be me, in every single way,
Like every single day there is no future without you,
Without me, yet we are so far, so close, so distant.

Will, you ever be, (in bed) no!, It’ll never happen.. but it did..
You remember, I know, who forgets those moments?
Like today, tonight, in November

What do I think of you, it’s you, you know me, that’s what I know.

………. All the ducks are swimming in the water…..