Do you think of me
as you lie in bed at night?
Do you whisper
my name when tears finally overcome you?
Do you ever picture
my face, when you kiss him goodbye?
Or instead am i a memory,
dancing at the edge of a dream,
and only rekindled when spoken to?
Do i even deserve
to have my page marked,
in the book of your mind?
To be
fondly remembered,
perhaps desired,
possibly needed?
Or am i doomed,
to a fate of faceless
obscurity?


something that just flowed out of me at 5 am after ive had very little sleep the past few days, let me know what you think!

thanks a lot for the support, yeah i never can think of a title for anything it seems...but as long as the poem works i figure its all good.

i dunno, maybe its just me, but this one seems kinda....predictable in where its going, but maybe im just being over-analytical