Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. As time slowly drifts by, I think about you less and less but still from time to time. I wonder if you’re happy or if I ever cross your mind. I wonder if you have ever picked up your phone and attempted to call me during your bursts of emotions or nights if loneliness. Or whether or not you still fall asleep with your arms stretched out, waiting for me to lay on them. I wonder if you look at old photos and hear my laugh. Or hold new hands and think of my fingers running through your palm. I know I still do.
-I still do…