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Do You Think of Me


I wonder what they think anytime they see my name.

Do they picture my face?

What do they see?

What are their thoughts?

I wonder if they could find their voice.

What words would they say?

I’d like to think they would admit something.

Admit they loved me.

Missed me.

Longed for me to look into their eyes again.

That’s the sad part about changing.

I don’t want to see you.

I will no longer reach out for your hand.

My eyes will show nothing but disgust at the very thought of you.

How does that make you feel?

What do you think about me?

When you see my name, can you see me?

Am I in your dreams?

What am I to you?

I’d like to think I meant something.

I’m not just another name you remember, but a person.

A memory that makes you smile.

A passing thought that makes your heart swell.

But be wary.

It might be the last time your mind visits me again.

I’ll be honest.

Every time I see your name, you pop into my head.

Even if it’s for a brief moment.

I usually think of how sad you made me.

I feel a hole in my chest.

I think about all the times we laughed together.

Remember that time you drove my car because I was sleepy.

That time you made me laugh so hard I snorted cherry sprite.

At the movies, when I dove into your arms because a clown scared me.

Then I remember all the times you made me cry.

That time I cried into my pillow.

That time you let me scream at the top of my lungs in the car.

That time you let me cry into your shoulder.

Then, I remember what you are to me now.

I think of you, but you wouldn’t like what I have to say.


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