We are alone now.

Well, I am.

In this moment, I feel your space cold and empty next to me. That emptiness is more prominent tonight.

Your absence burns hotter than I would ever admit.

That empty space begs to be filled, but I will always leave it waiting for you.

People may leave your life, but they burn in your soul.

Your spirit still yearns for their touch. Your days still beg for their thoughts.
The hardest part is not knowing…anything.

A glimpse into your world is all I need to be satisfied. All I want to know is if you’re thinking of me.

Do I dance in your dreams as you dance in mine?

Do I manifest in your nightmares as you do in mine?

Does seeing a familiar stranger leave that empty feeling in your stomach?

Do your ears ring at the sound of a memorable song?

Do you look back at all?

I tell myself no.

I tell myself no, because amazingly, it makes me feel better than if I tell myself yes.

You continue on your way, and I continue on mine, but nothing keeps me, or us, from looking back…

from remembering.