I’m thinking about you tonight.
Do you ever think about me?
I just wonder what you’re doing right now.
Or where you might be.
I thought about you as I washed the dishes. . .
You pop in my mind at random times.
I still have your knickknacks on the shelf, though.
But they look better in your house.
I hope you’re not mad at me.
You’re probably not.
I really miss you.
But I’ll try not to cry.
Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing. . .
Or do the dead just sleep?
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Oh wow ..the finale was unexpected
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Thank you my old friend. . .
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Always a pleasure my friend
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How many nights I have wondered the same… Great Post! 🖤
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I had a feeling you’d like this one.
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Then you know me well 👍🖤
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Yes in the short week!
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Oh the ending!
Good one, Joey.💜
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Thanks Shivani. Means so much 🙂
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