Sometimes,

I think of you,

Often, when I least expect.


Sometimes,

I wonder what you’re doing.

Or what you’re thinking,

That puzzles me too.


Sometimes,

When I chance upon a thing of beauty,

Like a golden sunset, or a violet twilight,

I wish that I could share it with you.


Sometimes,

Though you may be far away,

I can still here your voice,

your laughter, bright as day.


Sometimes,

I wonder if you think of me,

The way I dream about you,

For I miss you so.