It's not that I don't like to admit

That I still think of you once in a while

The bittersweet memories cause shift

In winds that guarantee exile

I wish I could speak to you

Ask you how you have been

It's not as if you've moved away

And I may still see you again

The reason is my eviction notice

For you to vacate my mind

Even though I still think of you

Mostly all of the time