it's hard to imagine that you're not here with me.
it's even harder to imagine
that you're with her..
does she know you?
i don't mean your favorite color
or your middle name-
i mean does she really know you?
does she know
how you hate pizza sauce?
or how the restaurants
never get your simple hamburger order correct?
does she know
how you still listen to your dad's music or
does she laugh at your style?
does she
put up with your sudden mood swings when you don't remember your medicine?
when she reads your poems,
does she admire your amazing vocabulary?  
i hope she knows how lucky she is.
when you see rain,
do you think of us dancing in it?
do you think of me
when you see roses
or remember how you used to call me nicknames
only we understood?
do you think of me at all..?
a part of me doubts it.