I know I shouldn't think about it.
But sometimes I do.
I wonder if you ever hear a song
and think of me.
If you ever see something funny
and almost send it to me
before remembering
you can't.
I wonder if you miss me
the way I missed you.
Or if I was easier to leave
than you were to lose.
I know I may never get the answer.
But some nights,
when everything is quiet,
I still hope
there's a part of you
that hurts too.