Thinking of you makes me remember
and wish that I could forget.
I stare at your picture
and wonder if you’re sorry.
If you still think of me.
If you miss me,
so much that it feels like
you’ve burned a hole
in that part of your heart
you didn’t know existed
until you met me.
I wonder if you laugh the same way.
I wonder if you regret
all the things you did
and all the things you said
that made you erasable to me.
I wonder if you wonder
if you’ll ever get over me
the same way I wonder that
about you.
I think about how much I loved you.
It was a love that overcame all,
but you didn’t want it.
You didn’t know just how deep it went.
*I *didn’t know just how deep it went.
I wonder if you remember
how it felt
to slow dance with everyone watching.
If you remember the glow
of the bright lights on the stage
as we played the parts
that I wished we played in real life.
And how it felt to be the only person I could talk to for a while.
I remember everything, and I wish I didn’t.
I wonder if you stare at my picture
and know that you’re sorry.