🔵 By Ian Lockhart. Photo by lauragrafie.
Do thoughts of me ever cross your mind?
I mean the kind that shoots through the spine
And strikes an emotional cord?
Does the thoughts of me that cross your mind
Somehow, seem to intertwine conflicting emotions?
Maybe entangling sadness with fear,
Or happiness with anger;
Or maybe one stands alone,
Extremely strong
Enough to be felt in the bones.
Maybe thoguhts of me have never crossed your mind.
The good nor the bad kind.
Maybe I’m not even worth the mental space…
I could be wrong, but then again,
That just be the case.
Or, maybe, you do think of me, night and day
But just can’t create the time or space
To see if I’m okay.
I don’t know, however, if that’s the case,
I rather you not think of me
Neither inthe night or day
For what sense does it make
To waste your own time and mental space?
Wait! Wait! I’m sorry.
That was not meant for me to say…
You may be like me, waiting on the day
That I leave this place.
Maybe then you might help me, care for me,
Just check-in to see if I’m okay.
I wonder …