I wonder if you think of me every time you watch the Timberwolves play. Do you feel the empty space during Thursday night football in the place I used to lay? On Saturday’s does lounging in bed all day watching kickoff after kickoff not feel quite the same?
Do you remember the time we went dancing when you hear disco? When the department store has a Stevie Wonder song playing in the background do you recall holding me close at his concert? When Taylor Swift comes on the radio do you hear my voice singing along?
When you order chicken nuggets and a hi-c from McDonald’s do you order ranch out of habit? In line at chipotle do you feel my hand in your pocket back when we didn’t care if people stared?
I see and feel you everywhere. Lynx game days will never be the same. When Careless Whisper comes on I can still hear you singing along. I can’t bring myself to make the recipes I once made for you.
So even if you don’t, tell me you think of me every time you watch the Timberwolves play.
