Does my face appear in a crowd when you can’t find anyone else? Does your thumb open Snapchat by memory, waiting for my name to pop up? Do you think about that night when you lie in bed, alone, skinless, when there’s no one around? Does your sweater still smell of my perfume? Does your wallet still stow away my photo? Do you hesitate before saying my name like it’s a curse? Do all of your songs drip with my name? Do you even remember me at all?