If I kept a journal of my thoughts,
it would overflow.
I think a lot.
A lot of you,
and you steal my dreams.
You're the prettiest thief I've ever seen.

Remember watching the stars with me?
How we talked about going out to sea.
You'd learn to sail,
you promised me.
A lot of things.

I remember.
I remember everything.
All your words,
songs you like to sing.
And when you said you had favorite "little things"
you like.
You like about me.