Ourselves To Miss

I haven’t thought about you For a while to date If there were things I knew Everything is only too late Did I miss you enough? Am I subjected to do so? When there isn’t anymore to ask How did love become so cold? And I decided to think about you This day perhaps to have felt something Yet of thoughts if that I knew What of thoughts if memories were to serve nothing? Have you thought about me? I would like to think that you did A self as willing if only to be Yet strength has wane but weak And I thought about you This instance... this date There were things I knew Yet of everything too late