Do You Still Think Of Me?

Ripped at the seams
Those feeling for you now flow,
Out where I can see them...
Out with no where to go...
I realise we don't talk,
And for your training I said my goodbyes.
It doesn't mean I don't wonder,
Wonder where you're thoughts do lie.
Do you still think of me?
And the conversations we once had?
Or do you have another now?
To be rid of me you're glad.
Yet I never protested,
When you asked me for advise,
On how you're relationship with another
Had trapped you in a vice!
I helped you out,
Because at that time we was just friends.
But it killed me inside
To know anything we had you'd put to an end.

©Odd