Pencil Tapping (7, May 2014)

Everyday…
Everyday now I think of you;
More and more often,
To think I thought of you,
So much more before.
I guess I can think of you more…
I wish you missed me;
But I've been replaced.

What does it matter?
You weren't even mine for the take.
But do you miss me?
You fed me so much attention,
And I was so happy,
That you looked in my direction.

I yearned for your gaze,
Again,
After so many years.
And I was finally awarded!
But you took it away again,
And I feel the hole again;
The wound deepening again,
Because I am not your center anymore.
But it's not even like,
You were mine.
But I wish you were,
I wish you were…