sometimes I wonder
what you look back on
when you think of me
(if you think of me.)

do you remember all my faults?
do you remember yours?
do you count them like sheep
when you try to sleep
at night?

do you remember
every unread text message
every mean word
every "i'm too busy"
every little thing that broke us?

do you regret them?



do you regret me?