an unrequited addiction

Maybe you don't think of me much Or maybe you don't think much of me But when I take my mind for walks We end up sitting under aspen trees. When I ask my thoughts to wander Into the wide, beautiful world It circles back to what it knows Retracing the curves of your name. In the soft stillness of a daydream I drift through my memories That have brought me the most joy But now those moments only sting Because I know You're not there with me. -- an unrequited addiction