The Night The Stars Went Out

thinking of you

i know you probably still listen to the songs
that made you think of me while you sleep
on your bed with the comforter i gave you.
i know you probably look at the legos i
bought you and remember who got them
for you because i simply wanted to see
how happy you were while building them.
i bet you think of me when you hear a taylor
swift song in public cause god forbid you'd
listen to her on your own accord.
i hope when you're driving your truck, you
look over at your passenger seat and think
of all the times i sat there or how we'd sit
in a parking lot while i laid my head in your lap.
i hope that when you use the escape you
stop and think of all the times we messed
around in the back with hardly any room,
constantly putting my feet on the windows
to leave the prints behind, occasionally
drawing hearts with my toes.
i hope you remember the good times
and think of them sometimes.
i hope that sometimes you remember my
embrace and the way my fingers ran
through your hair delicately.
i hope you think about how you watched me
dancing at the paramore concert whenever
they come on shuffle.
i hope you think about the teddy bears,
the one thing i have yet to part with that
still sits in my dresser drawer.
i hope you think of the late night food runs
that lead to us eating in my bed while
watching a movie or random youtube videos.
i hope you think of me whenever you see anything related to stitch, harry potter, stranger things, and cute plushies.
i hope whenever you serve a grape soda
at work, you think of all the times i came
in to get one when i only wanted to see you.
i hope you think of me when you play dnd
because you were suppose to teach me.
i hope that when you see pickles at the
grocery store you think of our pickle date
in the park shortly after we met.
i hope you think about how much i love you
and one day you'll love yourself the way that i do.
i hope you know that i always think of you,
so i hope you think of me too.