Missing Me

 

All these years later I still think about you.Not because I miss you, because I donít miss you.

 

The last time I saw you I knew it would be the last time Iíd ever see you.

 

I thought I saw you one time after that last time, but it was somebody else who looked like I thought youíd look like after all these years.It was someone else though.

 

I wonder if you look like she did.

 

I wonder if youíd be proud of me.

 

Would you be proud of me, if we were still us and I was me now?

 

But I could never be me if was still with you.I was too concerned with being whoever you thought I was or should be.

 

If I had stayed with you Iíd have stayed the man I was with you, not the man I always was, but wasnít then.

 

Every once in a while I do think about you, and I smile.Not because I miss you, because I donít miss you.

 

I smile because Iím thinking about me, the me I was then, that charming, sweet, innocent and so naÔve young man.I find it hard to believe that I was ever that green.

 

I like to believe Iíve kept some of that innocence.

 

As each year passes, and as I continue to meet people like you, more pieces of my innocence disappears.

 

But I do smile, once in a while, when I think about you.Not because I miss you, because I donít miss you.

 

I smile because I miss me.