"Of You"

Often times I find myself wondering
If you still think of me at all these days--
If any memory might cause you pause
Or if you linger o'er in any way.
Once in a while your image haunts me
And the guilt I feel envelopes my soul.
With a pain to cripple this heart of mine,
I'm regretting that it was yours I stole.
Sometimes a remembrance will catch my breath;
Be it a sound, a smell, or just a phrase.
All tiny things that amount to nothing,
But have me wondering just what I chase.
At times still I manage to let you go,
But no length of time could make me forget
All of those moments I caused any pain.
I would take them all back, I swear, and yet,
There is no chance to undone or redo
The time and pieces I've taken of you.