I’m thinking about you tonight.
Do you ever think about me?
I just wonder what you’re doing right now.
Or where you might be.
I thought about you as I washed the dishes. . .
You pop in my mind at random times.
I still have your knickknacks on the shelf, though.
But they look better in your house.
I hope you’re not mad at me.
You’re probably not.
I really miss you.
But I’ll try not to cry.
Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing. . .
Or do the dead just sleep?
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