DO YOU EVER THINK OF ME?

DO YOU EVER THINK OF ME? * Do you ever think of me? When your alarm stirs the calm of your early morning dawn? As you lay in your bed, do you remember on which side I laid my head? * As you have your morning coffee, do you ever wonder where, I could be? As you remember I took mine with cream, do you then wonder, what's become of me? * When you hear that song While dining in the restaurant, we used to frequent, before too long, do you think of me, and wonder what the hell went wrong? * If you smell the scent of the perfume I used to wear, on a woman casually passing by on a crowded bus, do you just want to cry when you think of us? * When you taste another's kiss Do you remind yourself, it's really mine you miss? When you feel pleasure with her, Is it as good, in the arms of another? As it was for you and me my lover? And do you love her, like you said you would love me? Will you love her for all eternity? * When you see my toothbrush still there, commingling with yours in that jar, do you ever wonder, like I do, just where you are? * If you found my panties behind the bed. that I lost at your house, would you pick them up, cherish them and sniff them out? Or discard them like An old rag, an oversight? Or something you can use to dust? * When I found a book, that you had given me long ago, I just had to look as I turned every page that your fingers had touched, I wondered if I would ever be good enough, and when I had answered my own question, after reading the dedication, then I knew the reason that I had left! * Are you taking care of yourself, or washing down your feelings with alcohol and anti-depressants, and I wonder then, Are you alright? Are you OK? Do you wonder, what I would think if I was there today? Would I be chiding you, to the brink of madness, and would it annoy you, like I always do? * Do you ever feel the need and fight the urge to call me? Are you lonely? Do you think of how it used to be? But not what pride won't let you see? * Can you ever give up on your pursuit of sheer perfection, of what you, at one time thought, might be what you want, since coming to the realization, that it's just not that important? * Now at night, do you have trouble falling asleep? As you toss and turn, do you think of me? You are not alone, and I will tell you, it cuts to the bone! * Do you think of me, as I think of you? This feeling never really goes away and I will wonder, What if, my amour, till the end of my remaining days! * WordPlaya, March 2009