how would i know if you think of me?
of all the planes we've been on
have you looked out the window and thought of me?
of the impossible future?
of all the missed chances, the missteps, the misshapen directions and turns we never took
of how we could have blossomed and decayed in a single day
defiled and devoured by what no longer is
or maybe
you don't? you simply
never think of what i said to you
in my dreams
of running away