Do you still think of me?
I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t.
I’m not sure if I should apologize,
Has it been too long?
Does an apology have an expiration date?
A point after which it is better
To leave old wounds alone
And think of you in my empty moments.
Perhaps it’s just easier that way.
I am the sum of all my parts-
The tiny pieces you collect
from everyone you’ve ever met.
I find myself thinking of you
While I sing along to the radio.
I wonder what you’re doing, how you are
And what your plans are.
Do you ever think of me?