Do you think about me?

Do you think about the times when we would

lie on the grass and ask each other questions

until our mouths would run dry

and the only way to cure our thirst

was to explore each others'

with our tongues?

Do you think about me?

Do you remember how you felt when

I begged you to kiss me

to put an end to all the games we've been playing

to realize that every time I've called you a friend

you wished to be something more to me?

Do you think about me?

Can you still picture my naked body

Shivering against the heat of your skin

Fingers gliding over your back and you

closing your eyes

unable to breathe

wondering how such a girl can make you

so weak with the most

feather-light touches?

Do you think about me?

Do you regret the pain you've caused me

toying with my feelings

because you couldn't seem to make up your mind

of what you wanted

even though what you wanted was standing in front of you

pleading to be yours?

Do you think about me?

Do you miss me now that you can't have me?

Now that another man has decided not to make the same mistake as you did

to choose to value me

hold me

carry me

love me

an infinite more times

than you ever could?

I think about you.

I still do.

More than I care to admit.

More than I should.

And I know you do too.

I don't think you'd do anything about it.

Just like how you chose not do anything about me.