Maybe you don't think of me much
Or maybe you don't think much of me
But when I take my mind for walks
We end up sitting under aspen trees.
When I ask my thoughts to wander
Into the wide, beautiful world
It circles back to what it knows
Retracing the curves of your name.
In the soft stillness of a daydream
I drift through my memories
That have brought me the most joy
But now those moments only sting
Because I know
You're not there with me.
-- an unrequited addiction