I saw you drive by my house this morning
and I felt that familiar feeling
that knot in my stomach
that elevated heartbeat
that I used to get
when I knew you were coming to see me.

I think about you all the time,
in the most uninteresting moments,
because my mind wanders and I wonder
are you thinking of me too?

Do you tell stories about me
of the things we used to do together?

No, of course not…
but, do you?

I thought about dialling your number
but I decided against it.

Sometimes, the past is meant to be left behind.