She thinks of him.
I know she does.

I know she lays awake at night, re-thinking every moment.
She can feel her head resting on his;
Or the touch of his hand as it slowly brushed her arm.
She can hear his heart beat through the darkness of the room
And she can imagine his voice;
Or picture the words that made her break.

She imagines him at his best.
And at his worst.
But what scares her the most is the idea of him;
With her.

What a deadly thought.