One day, when I had been away from you,
I knew what I had been too scared to think.
My days are filled no longer with just you,
And willingly I will return a wink.
It took some time, but distance dulled the thoughts
Which scribbled me through high school every day.
My stomach now no longer ties in knots
And “cross his path” games I no longer play.
We’ve grown apart, that I can’t deny;
I want to miss your dimples and your walk.
And oh, I wish I knew the reason why
I never even tremor when you talk.
     For all the times I was, to you, a bore,
     It hurts that I don’t love you anymore.

March, 1980