I only think of you
once in a while
Something like
first thing in the morning
and last thing at night
You know . . . just as I always did before.
And then, sometimes
Maybe a little throughout the course of the day too.
And into the evening.
And in dreams
if you can still class that as thinking.
But, otherwise?
No
I don't miss us, all that much
The only thing I lack
without you here
is
everything.
