Everyday :: Mindtravel :: Original Poetry

Everyday

It is Often, Almost everyday

When I go to sleep

And When I wake

Sometimes in a crowd

Full of strangers.

It happens when I am driving

Or playing ball.

Certain Words, particular smells

Or just because I always am

A shooting star in the sky

Or a favorite song on the Radio

If only I could live in the memory

Instead of just having them.

Eyes closed, thru my thoughts

Every feature I could retrace

So is it,

As good as it gets

I have nothing to loose

And would go with no regrets.

But it is often Almost Everyday

That I think of You !