I Hope You Think of Me

I think of you

when I see the sun and the sky.

I think of the depths of the ocean water

that you visit every morning,

and I think of the way the sun kisses your skin,

leaving trails of freckles that I wish I could follow.

When I hear a bass thrumming to my favorite songs,

I think of the night when I watched you play

and realized I might be falling,

and I think of your laughter and how it’s one of my favorite sounds.

I hope you think of me

when you see the moon and the night sky.

I hope you think of the way the moon looked on the night

you touched my hair,

and then my face

with your lips.

Or maybe you think of me when you see rain.

Maybe you just think of my tears.

I gave you too many tears on too many nights.

But most likely,

you don’t think of me at all.

Just as the sun and the moon follow me,

so do you.

But we will never be together,

not because we are opposite elements,

but because you love the ocean,

and you love your music,

and you love everything I love about you,

but that’s all you will ever love.