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I Hope I'm Wrong

by Abba Marie Moreno

 

The morning is calm,

The sun is shining,

I am at peace, at ease,

My idle mind goes into thinking.

 

Why is it,

when my mind is blank,

I think of you?

 

When the day is long,

And the night is unforgiving,

You don’t even cross my mind.

 

But when the day is fine

And the night is inviting,

Thoughts of you come flooding inside.

 

Is he well today?

Is he smiling at this second?

Is he studying or playing?

Is he thinking about me too?

 

I doubt it.

 

But it feels good to believe,

That Neruda might be right.

 

Tell me,

Why do you intrude my thoughts?
(Or it may be the other way around.)

Maybe I still like you,

The thoughts are inviting.

 

But then, it could be,

That you’re just a wonderful memory—

To revisit,

Only to revisit.