Does she ever think of me? Does she wonder if I am safe, warm and dry? Does she have any loving memories of me? I sit with these questions always but my questions pierce me more sharply this time of year.
On Christmas Day, while she is, no doubt, being her dazzlingly vivacious self with whoever she is with, does she have any thoughts of me?
I don't believe she does.
I think of her. She seems to have a great job, a great boyfriend and a great life so I feel certain she is safe, warm and dry.
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