I sit at the same table as you
and wonder.
Do you miss me
half as much as I do you.
Is there any chance
you would think of the past
and hope you had me
in your arms again.
You have seen all of me.
My best, my worst,
my regular sorry state.
I have put you everywhere.
Dreams, nightmares,
the past and the future.

I wonder if I ever meant anything to you.
But chances are, people love and they forget.
They forget the sun when the moon lays low
and when the dawn breaks it all,
they forget the night
and cherish the day.

It is okay, you owe me nothing.
It just hurts because you are everything.


-- Eleanor