In all honesty, I think about you a lot.
Still.
I think about you while I'm waiting in line,
while I stir my coffee in the morning,
when I remove my makeup after a long day.
I think about you in the middle of meetings,
while I’m waiting for my Uber,
and even when I light my cigarette.
I think about you in the most random moments
But the thought of you has stopped lingering in my head.
I think about you,
but I cannot say I that I could still remember you.
You're just a thought now,
an idea
from the past.
Because to remember―
is different
To remember―
is to travel back in time
and feel the way I felt when I used to walk beside you,
have lunch with you,
and stare at your flawless skin.
You're just a thought now,
a memory
I want to keep good.
I still think about you a lot.
And admittedly,
sometimes,
if you’re thinking about me too.
—a.t.