I miss her... the old Mary.
or maybe it is still the same Mary and she just doesn't like me anymore.

I miss her so much.
I miss hearing her laugh.
I miss seeing her smile.
I miss loving her.

I got to hang out with Mary tonight for 2 hours.
She called me and asked me if I wanted to hang out with her on break.
I left immediately.

She looks good, although she's barely eating, she smokes, wears a lot of
makeup, and probably drinks.  I don't know what is going on in her
life anymore.  I think she was smoking when I pulled up.
If she was it was out before I walked over.

I got to follow her around at her new produce dept. job at Safeway.
God I miss her.  All I could do was stare at her and gaze....

She is so beautiful.
I don't know why she never thought so.

She is the image of physical female perfection in my eyes.

I had to hug her so many times, I just couldn't help it.

Out of nowhere, I couldn't hold it in, I had to tell her I missed her.
After a long pause and intense gaze, she said she missed me too.

I started to cry, but held it in.
I jumped up and ran to her and held her.
It felt so wonderful.

If only she could understand how I feel about her.
If she knew, maybe things wouldn't have gotten the way they did.

I asked her if she still considers me hers.
Her only answer was, if you got a new girlfriend it would drive me crazy.
I responded, so you know how I feel then?  yes, she said...
I don't believe her.  I don't think anyone can know how it hurts me.

So I followed her while she filled up low produce, and refilled
twisty ties.  I was so happy just to be with her.

What is wrong with me.... what is wrong with her......
what is right with me....

I love you Mary.  I  don't tell you just to tell you.  I tell you because
my heart is screaming at you... and it thinks you can't hear it sometimes.

It wants to be back with you where it belongs...