I wonder

I wonder.

I wonder if you think about me the way I think about you in the depth of the night.
What we were, who we are and what we could have been.
It is a shame to say, no one will ever know.
Our love, fleeting but powerful, passionate and pure
One I’m sure neither of us will ever have again.

‘This is the dark time my love’

The darkest hour, at the crack of dawn where my mind races, replaying sweet and sour memories.
All I can do is laugh.
We know not our fate but still, a love so innocent, so absolute will forever hold a place in my heart.

So I wonder, do you think about me the way I think about you?

Until later,
Walk good, my love.

-m.m

-An original