Think of Me

Do you think of me
The Life we could’ve built?
Do you feel sorry
And overcome with guilt?

Do you think of us
The Love we could’ve shared?
Was it too much fuss
Should I have ever cared?

Do you think of them
The kids we might’ve raised?
Can you imagine
The trails they would’ve blazed?

But now it’s all far gone, too late.
Can’t turn back the hands of time.
And no, I don’t believe in fate.
But I feel absolutely fine
With how it all turned out.
It must’ve happened for the best,
I laid all those fears to rest,
And I’ve never had a doubt.

But is there a possibility
That you ever think of me?