When I’m lost in thoughts of you, I wonder if I’m anywhere in your head, too.
Do you remember my lips when your eyes have barely shut at the end of the day? Or my hands outlining the ink on your skin?
There are instances that flash in my head, like a movie I’ve only seen once, and I’m stuck knowing these parts of you that linger in my mind are shared with someone else. Your crinkled eyes from that wide smile is stuck in my head, and I know it won’t be for me again.
All I can wonder is if any of me stuck somewhere with you, too.