In my loneliness I think
I think of the strange things that never came to me,
I think of how we came across one another,
I think of the words that I could have said,
I think of the sounds we shared together

I sometimes cannot think,
Of anything but stare across the sky,
I see the blue shades of white clouds yarn,
And I just cannot say a word, but sigh

I don’t think sometimes,
I just don’t think,
But still despite the effort I make,
The thoughts themselves of you come by