I hung up the phone,
And then I went home,
Knowing you were still thinking of me;
I lay down for the night,
And I turned out the light,
But I knew you were thinking of me;
So I lit up a candle
Took a book from the mantle,
And I read of the Antarctic Sea;
And I tried to erase
The imprint of your face
From my tumbling and torn memory.
In the morning I woke.
In my mind your voice spoke,
And I wished you’d forget about me.
And the hours went by,
But as hard as I tried,
I couldn’t stop thinking of thee …
The streets filled with rain,
And I fought with the pain,
Why hadn’t you forgotten me?
The sky filled with thunder,
And I started to wonder,
If you really
Were thinking
Of me.
Written by Anna Williams at Age 26
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