the inevitability of wrinkled bedsheets

think

i think about you a lot more than i think about anything else

i think about you when i fall asleep next to you

and i can hear you snoring softly (yes, you snore)

i think about you when i wake up beside you

(you're always the first one to fall asleep

and the last one to wake up)

i think about you when i'm not around

when i'm out of town or just gone for the day

i wonder what you're doing and if you've eaten

and if you've smiled enough and if you're okay and happy