Talking To The Moon

nostalgia

when you laugh

and tell your stupid jokes

i wonder whether  you still think about me

the way i do.

and when you look at them 

and your eyes light up with glee

i wonder why I never noticed you looking at me like that.

and when you twirl her around in a summer night

and enjoy the smell of smoke and the sound of crickets

i wonder if you'd enjoy this more

if I wasn't here.

~what once was making memories