i wonder, how often do you think of me?
is it every time you breathe and my mouth is not there to inhale a small sliver of your soul?
or is it every time you look up and your gaze is not met with my eyelashes brushing gently against your cheek?
or maybe it is every time your lips curl up into a smile and there is no one there to laugh at your crooked teeth.
or perhaps it is every time you furrow your brow in frustration and i am not there to smoothen your forehead with a kiss.
i wonder, do you even notice that i am no longer there?
or if when you breathe now, your lungs flutter with sighs of relief.
or if when you look up, all you see is clarity where mist once clouded your judgment -- your every thought.
or if when every time you smile, it is of release and of the realization that this is what you've always wanted -- to be alone.
or if when you furrow your brow, it is in genuine confusion as to why it took you so long to get here.
i wonder, how often do you regret the life i so terribly miss?
