Thursday, June 25, 2009

One, Two, Three, Four.

I wonder if he realizes that everything he says
is recorded, rewinded, and replayed in the back of my mind.
I wonder if he knows that I save every picture he sends
so I can look at him, see him, and visualize him in my arms again.
I wonder if he ever stops to think of me when he's busy
or if he goes about his day never pondering my existence.
I wonder if he could guess how many times I mention him
when I'm conversing with my friends.
I wonder...

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