i'm fairly sure that this title would end up being longer than the actual poem so i'll cut it short
Do you stare after me
In just the same way
That I do when it's you
That I want to stay?
Does your mind go
At the speed of light
When you think back on me
In the middle of the night?
Do you like to pretend
When you sit alone
That I'm suddenly there
With the only hand you'll hold?
And do you sit and scrawl,
At nine fifty-three,
All your deep-seated secrets
About your love for me?
This poem is about:
Me