I wonder if you think of me
as you lie in your bed
memories that are fuzzy
or crystal clear.
do u keep my picture
on your bedside table?
or is it stuffed at the bottom
of a stack of papers.
old and worn from disuse.

I lie beneath the stars and look
for your face,your smile
listen to your voice in the wind
have your picture drawn on me
a permanent tattoo
cause I need you here
in the air I breathe
in my dreams as I sleep
this must be love.