I wonder if you think of me with anger and regret.
Or maybe you’d rather not think of me, but simply forget.
Could you think of me with love and kindness?
Do you long to hold me tight and give my lips a kiss?
Do I keep you awake, your mind a twisted mess?
When you finally fall asleep, in your dreams am I a guest?
I wonder if you think of me every now and then.
I wonder if it makes you smile, or frown, or grin.
Do you ever think about all the plans we made?
How we shared our hopes and dreams, or was that a charade?
I know it’s not your fault, I take all the blame,
but do you ever wonder, what if things hadn’t been the same?
What if I was stronger, able to hold on tight?
Would we be together, maybe this very night?
Sometimes I just wonder if you think of me,
and if you are wondering if I am wondering.