I must know if you are thinking of me
Constantly.
Remember how, on that night
Pre-Armageddon,
I asked you if you'd thought about me?
You replied "constantly"
And I was undone.
Now, I need to know,
Is it still the same, for you?
Or have you managed to expel me
From your psyche?

I can't stop thinking of you,
You're ever present.
You've cut me out, and shut me out,
But your photos remain,
Luring me in.
I torture myself,
As we once sweetly tortured each other.
Lover
that never was,
I must know if you are thinking of me
Constantly.