Once in a while (Poem)

I only think of you

once in a while

Something like

first thing in the morning

and last thing at night

You know . . . just as I always did before.

And then, sometimes

Maybe a little throughout the course of the day too.

And into the evening.

And in dreams

if you can still class that as thinking.

But, otherwise?

No

I don't miss us, all that much

The only thing I lack

without you here

is

everything.