Poetry

I wonder if she thinks about me
A selfish thought indeed
 
As if I was ever that important
As if I didn't wish I still was
But the mind forgets what the heart obscures
And we have lost more than touch
 
Time - my wonderful companion has become a mortal enemy
 
I wonder if she still thinks about me
A selfish thought indeed
 
Because I only think of her in moments like this
A fleeting feeling that can't be trusted
So infectious and corrupted
 
I wonder if she still thinks about me
 
In the morning or before she rests her head
I wonder if I cross her mind even though another may lie in her bed
 
I don't dream about her
But I slip sometimes and my mind runs
The thing I desire has no reality parallel to this one's
 
But again
I do not dream about her
Though I am in a dream
I wonder if I'll wake
I wonder if she dreams
 
I wonder if she thinks about me
Maybe I should call
A number that is no more known then she
A 5 a 3 I can’t recall
 
I wonder if she still knows mine
I would answer if she did
I wouldn't know it was her but I'd hope it would be
And even if it wasn't I still would hope
 
That she thinks of me
At least once
Because sometimes I can't stop
And I know it's selfish because I know she never had a choice
Only mine only me
 
I wonder if she still thinks of me
And if so
I wonder if it's a positive thought
Or was I a mistake
Surely a thought I regret even thinking
But it is far too late
 
I wonder if she thinks of me
A little or a lot
I wonder if she knows sometimes I can't stop
 
Like this time
And the time long ago
And a few weeks before then
And another month or so even then
All the way to the last thought of her that I had
 
It's been awhile since then
Maybe I’m making progress
Maybe I haven't thought of her as much as I would like to think I do
 
I think I think too much
 
I wonder if she does too