hanging around

it's nice that you think of me sometimes

i think of u often... much too often for my liking

i wonder what we were

and i wonder where to we have come today

each path i leave behind leaves a trail i cannot erase

a new one crops up to take its place..

some have left scars 

while some have blossomed into eternity and will continue to do so

i take you with me every step i wake

i know we cannot be together 

yet we have been with each other

and i cannot ask for more

i hope

for that day to arrive

the one where i turn

and still see u hanging around

not in wait of me mind u...

but after understanding me and maybe forgiving me

forgiving me if u think i was wrong

but loving me nonetheless

for i will always love u 

and if at any point u turn 

you will find me hanging around :)