Do you ever sit
on your unmade bed
lying in front of your T.V.
staring at the ceiling
remembering us
and my face?
do you think
of my warm embrace,
or how we would lie there
and tremble at the thought
of no forever?
Do you think of when
we fought in your car
and I told you I love you
for the very first time?
Do you dream of me
and what we could have
if you hadn't left me
in the cold heart of May?
*I do.