I sit at the table staring into the past.
Each memory warm as ice.
I wonder what you are thinking of.
Is it me?
Do you feel the same way that I do?
Does each moment we spend apart rip at you like a tornado?
Probably not...
Oh well

I hold onto each moment with an iron grip.
I remember the occasional twitch in your eye that accented the golden sparkle.
I remember the way your face would twist and turn as you made strange expressions.
I remember the slight slant of your eyebrows when you were surprised.
I remember the small moles on either side of your finger.
I remember each laugh we shared and each tear we shed together.

Where are you now?
What are you doing?
Are you thinking of me?
Probably not...
Oh well

I cannot stand being without you.
Each time I think of walking those halls without you,
of leaning on lockers without you,
going to classes without you,
getting in trouble without you,
I shudder.
Do you shudder?
Does the mere thought of life without me scare you?
Probably...
Probably...


I just hope that your sadness is not as great as mine.
I just wish that you are at least happy.

Yet I don't want to have to hope and wish...
I want to be with you.