Tell me,
do you think of my touch
When the cold
snowflake lands on your warm
skin and melts,
dripping down
your rosy cheek
like a tear?
Tell me,
Do you think
about my kisses?
The way I was so cold
on the outside,
like a marble statue,
but on the inside,
I was like ice cream
melting in the hot summer sun.
Tell me,
Do you think about
my smile?
Like the first flowers of Spring,
the buttery yellow of daffodils
as they poke their heads out
from beneath the snow,
or the vibrant crocuses
as they try and reach for the sun.
Tell me,
Do you think about
my voice?
like the rushing of water
as it crashes onto the rocky shore,
revealing a shell the color of your eyes.
Tell me,
Do you think about me?
Do you see me wherever you go?
In every season?
Do you wonder where I am,
or where I am going?
Do you even care at all?
Do you paint me like I paint you?
Try and capture your smile
like the flowers in spring?
Do you sing about me like
the ocean sings to the shore?
Just tell me,
because I need to know
Do you think about me
as often as I,
I think of you.
-K
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