Love hurts

Thinking.

I find myself thinking about you often.
The night sky,
the sunset peaking through the mountains,
rock music ,
Video games,
bonfires,
summer nights,
road trips,
Star Wars,
driving home,
Everything,
Every little stupid thing reminds me of you.
I can't get myself to stop thinking about you.
Your eyes,
Your band t shirts,
Your hair,
Your tv shows,
Your hands,
Your family and how they treated me like I mattered.
I miss you in ways that I don't understand and I'm sure you don't give much thought to me.
I'm sure when I think of you that I don't even cross your mind.
I'm the background music to your movie.
Stagnant, there, and silently waiting to be acknowledged in some sequence.