When I think about you,
I think about your smile.
The way
that you looked at me.

And then out of nowhere,
you were gone.
You came to me.
You explained to me:

I don't want you anymore.

When I think about you,
your warmth,
your arms wrapped around me,
you seem to be so close.

And yet so far away,
like I have never knew you.
Because I know,
that you don't think about me.

Like I think about you.

- S.W.