Strawberry Swing

Every so often
I wonder how you are
Whatever became of you,
And if you think of me
From time to time
When the evening fades,
Or maybe on cooler nights
You know
The kinds we used to share
Before I had to go and 
Screw everything up.

Can’t prove it, of course
If you do or not
But when the beauty strikes
I like to think so.

Silly,
I know,
I still love you.

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