But Not Really

BUT NOT REALLY

My days of freedom are almost here.

I still think of you.

but, Not as much.

I still want to be with you,

but, Not as much.

I am slowly starting to forget.

No.... Not really forgetting

Just getting on.

More and more I go through the day

Not realizing that I am not Thinking of you.

Then.. When I am all alone.. and All is quiet..

You pop into my head..

But not for long.

I am now able to put thought s of you aside

My freedom is almost here.

Your memory is fading but,

Not really, It is just that I am able to go on without Thinking of you.

My freedom is almost here.

I still love you... I think I still want you... I think I still miss you...

Maybe... Freedom..