You know that low down feeling late at night when
Something doesn't seem right
Truth is knocking on your eardrum but you're afraid to let it in
To start all over again, down that trail of thought
Did you give it all or did you not?
Were you right or were you wrong, now the day has passed and gone
Are you a sinner to second guess,
From what you chose, was it the best?
Is she thinking like you do? Is she longing for you too?
If it was meant to be should it have been,
Can the heart find strength to mend?
If you were to compose it,
In a poem, if you prose it
And with a first class stamp, send it off
Would it come back, would it get lost?
If she read it would she burn it?
Or in disgust just return it?
"Moved, no forwarding address"
Try New York City, Broadway, stage door left
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