Wonder

I often wonder,
if you think of me,
when night descends upon the world,
and the owls come out to play.

I often wonder,
if you remember,
all the things we did together,
and all the promises we made.

I often wonder,
if you regret,
ever having known me,
and curse my existence.

I often wonder,
if you ever think of me,
in the wee hours of the morning,
and wonder if I’m thinking of you.

I often wonder,
if you ever recall,
all of our broken promises,
and shattered wishes.

I often wonder,
if you cry,
in the dead of night, when no one can hear you,
and whisper my name in tear jerked prayers.

I often wonder,
if you ever look at the stars,
and think of the stories I told you,
the constellations I pointed out to you.

I often wonder,
if you visit our favorite,
little coffee shop,
and feel a pang in your chest when you sit at our favorite table.

I often wonder,
if you still talk,
to our mutual friends,
and avoid the topic of us, because it hurts.

I often wonder,
if you’re ever lonely,
and miss me,
as much as I miss you.