I wonder what

It’s like for you

Living without me.

I wonder if your heart

Sinks to the tips of your toes

At the whisper of my name.

Does your mouth get dry?

Do your tears swell up

In the centre of your chest

Before they ever

Have the chance

Of leaving your eyes?

I wonder of your first thought

When you hear songs

We used to sing,

On blacked out

Backroads and in old

Abandoned buildings.

Do they make you

Swallow the hard truth

Of what we have become?

I wonder if you smile

At the memory

Of my own,

Or if my words

Still echo in the space

Between your aching ribs.

I wonder if

You will ever know that

You were always enough,

Or if you knew that

When you spoke to me of love,

I wondered if I was enough too.