SuperGuy. . .

I doubt if you ever have a clue,
Every chance i get i still think of you.
In my prayers I've never forgotten to
Wish that you would think of me too.

In the conversations that we had,
I was delighted I made you laugh.
Hearing that sweet laughter aloud,
To me that was more than enough.

I can't help but think of the 'could-have-been's',
If I di'nt think twice following my whims.
In my mind I still have the 'what-if's',
The chances I once had and let slipped.

You used to be in the picture.
But now I have never been sure.
I just hope that somewhere in the future,
The emptiness in me you'll come to cure.


~cheboom! i used to mean this poem with all my heart and soul,. take note: used to! it's over, done with, finished! weehee! i'm free. . .superguy flies no more.gb:)