I wonder if you ever think about me?
Do you stay up at night,
tossing and turning,
whispering secrets to only the angels,
like I do?
Do you replay what we had in your head
over and over,
until they bring you to tears
like me?
Do you ever find yourself looking at my pictures
thinking She used to me mine
like I do?
Do you read the notes I wrote you --
or did you burn them? --
like I do?
Do you smell my perfume
randomly in the hallways
like I smell your cologne?
Do you miss the way we used to talk,
hushed voices or crazy laughter
like I do?

I can't escape you
because you have something I need.
A piece of me,
no matter how small,
still beats somewhere inside you,
and I can't seems to stop
until I get it back.