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By Natertott

Sitting in class, blank paper on my desk, pencil in hand

I'm thinking of you.

Walking in the crowded halls, bumping shoulders with strangers

I'm thinking of you.

Sitting on the ripped leather bus seats, hearing but not listening to the voices of others

I'm thinking of you.

Dropping my bag by the door, walking to my room and sitting down at my computer

I'm thinking of you

Standing in the shower, hot water running down my body

I'm thinking of you.

Laying in bed, tossing and turning

I'm thinking of you.

Waking up in the morning after another night of no sleep

I'm thinking of you.

Seeing you in the hall, laughing with your friends

I'm thinking about how I never cross your mind.

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Yes @natertyott and @sydney In the exuberance of youth, the future is either foggy or an idyllic dreamscape. We daydream of finding "love", of exceeding expectations of our parents, or meeting the expectations of our peers. We lack that laser focus on ourselves and the present. I thought doing that was "selfish". Five years later in the jungles of Silicon Valley or the arid wastelands of Manhattan where struggling for survival is an everyday occurrence, you will not even remember her name. You wrote this with such clarity that it took me back over 50 years when I felt those things. I couldn't see how life was possible without "what's her name" beside me (Was she a brunette or a blonde?) memory has faded her face against the background memories. Great poem!!!!

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a year agoReply
aww we all have those feelings at some point in time