And, when I think, I think of you –
And what good times we had! –
And think of all our troubles, too,
And how it all went bad.

And yet, although my thoughts are real,
I know they’re but thin air,
And, likewise, everything I feel
Is here but not all there.

It’s only being that achieves
That level of success
And trumps the person who believes
And those who can’t care less.

And you’re as much a part of this
As anyone I sorely miss.

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