Lost Love 
 
 I sit and think, think of what to write.
The times, the places, the laughter and the tears.
The women that I have loved and the women that have loved me.
 
Where are they now?
Loving other men?
Leaving them?
 
Do they ever think of me, when thoughts are all that they have.
When time is slow and they are alone.
With only memories for old friends.
Do they want to reach out to me.
So that we can laugh together again.
Look into each others eyes and smile.
Smile, one last time.