Do you think of me?
When you hold her in your arms, do you remember the curve of my waist? The scent of my hair? When you kiss her, do you remember the way our lips fit perfectly? Do you remember the freckles beneath my eyes, and the way you cupped your hands around my ears to warm them one night in the cold autumn rain? When you come home to her, do you remember coming home to me? Slipping in behind me while I worried over your cooking dinner, wrapping your arms around me, and pressing your lips to the back of my neck?
