he never thinks of me
10/31/2005 10:02 p.m.
i wonder how he never thinks of me
even while putting on
the underwear i bought him
or drinking the tea
i surprised him with

i wonder how he never thinks of me
while hearing the music i would play for him
or while passing the space on his desk
where there was a picture of me

i mean,
how can he not think of me
when he sleeps on a pillow
we used to share?

how can he not think of me
when he opens the drawer where he keeps
my old love letters,
or sees the box of condoms
in the closet?

when his heart swells
and he feels in love
[the way we used to]
i wonder
if he thinks of me