Did I expect too much, to think, we could grow old together?
Was our parting my fault? Your fault? Was it the fault of life? Living?

I wish that you never stopped loving me.
I wish I could have kept you by my side.
God I wanted that...I just didn't know how.
I wish I knew what to say, that would make you stay.
Try as I might...I just could not find the words.

Still I wonder...as I always will...
do you think of me as I have thought of you?
© Joe Fazio

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio

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