Elucidating Questions

I think of you

I think of you every day

Or

I think of you constantly

Or

I think of you so much that if I wrote every time I think of you I would never stop writing I would just write endlessly.

I worry about stupid things and I wonder if you’re doing as good as you say you are and I think about you

I wish I had a word for how often you just walk into my mind

Like I closed the doors and locked the gates how did you get in here I was doing

But I don’t remember when you enter I’m consumed with just thinking of you and thinking

I’ll never get used to all the little things.

These things in my life that make me think and then jump and then desperately try to shake it off.

All that something I don’t know.

I don’t know where it comes from or why I just love you I don’t even try in fact

I try not to

And I feel shame for not trying not to.

It doesn’t matter what time of day I still love you.

Tired and weak but still even in my sleep I still love you.

Or well something like that love doesn’t die it just exists forever.

Finding memories that hurt but still loving the person in them.

It’s late.

It’s not that late.

It’s not as late as it could have been, but I feel so tired now.

Through the trees the light still shines, but I already said good night.

If you could come over I’d show you all the memories I keep hidden away,

Slowly unpacking the life I put on hold to go where I had to.

Someday I hope you’ll know how much I love you.

I think I could be happy just knowing you know

How much I love you.