I think of you while

Parked,

Surrounded by running engines

In a 70 mph speed limit zone.

Too impatient, you say? Well what about now?

 

I think of you while

While the bar tries

To crush my throat

But my hands push it up, again, again.

Too skinny huh? How do you like me now?

 

I think of you while

At my desk,

Applying, always applying

To more jobs.

Not financially independent? Maybe some day.

 

I think of you while

On the couch,

Answering questions to

A man with a clipboard.

Maybe you’re not who I thought you were.

 

I think of you while

I’m with her,

Compare the size of your hands,

The depth of your eyes, the taste of your mouths.

There’s no comparison; I love you more.

 

I think of you while

I try to sleep,

Why were you special?

What made you so different?

Why do I still think of you, and do you ever think of me?