Sometimes I wonder, if I ever cross your mind? I know I’m not your every day thought, but sometimes…maybe there is a specific song that reminds you that I exist? Or maybe when you taste a certain kind of tea, you see a picture of my shaky hands holding a cup of fresh peppermint? Maybe when you drive home late at night and see the yellow reflections on the wet pavement that you remember how we first kissed under a lamppost when everybody else were sleeping?
I do wonder, but not so much as I used to. Your scent has left my memory and the warmth of your hands, I can barely feel it anymore. It has all dimmed and life has moved on. I’m fine, I survived. I’m still breathing and I’m laughing, I’m fine.
I hope you are too. But I also hope that you ripped your skin open trying to get me out of your veins, because I surely did. And even though there’s still a drop of you in everything I touch, you are not the only thing I can see anymore.
And that’s just fine.