Do you think of me, the way I think of you?
We don't talk anymore. But I still see your posts. I watch you grow and change, faded like a ghost.
Do you think of me and remember our talks through the night? When I'd talk through the dark, and you'd speak in the light?
When I'd stay up late, and you'd get up early, for a chance for our words to connect on a journey.
From ocean to ocean, across sea and shore, in all of our talks, you were never a bore.
I had set an alarm for 3 in the morning, and I'd wake from my sleep with barely a warning.
'Wake up!' It would say, 'Friend is starting their day.'
So I'd tell you, "Good morning!" amid the moonbeams. You'd respond, "Good morning! Sleep well, and good dreams."
But at some point, it stopped. Our correspondences dropped.
You stopped wishing good dreams. I stopped setting alarms. We focused on school, on jobs, and our charms.
We grew up, and slowly, we grew into strangers. We found people closer to trust without danger.
I still have your contact saved on my phone, and I wonder if you have ever made me known.
I still have my alarm set for 3 in the morning, turned off, yet waiting to never need forming.
I still see your posts and your updates on life. I'm happy for you and your time without strife.
You seem happy and filled, and the you I knew would be thrilled.
Sometimes, I mourn the friendship we had, as I ache to reach out and say that I'm glad.
I've seen your accomplishments and all that you've done. I'm proud you've grown up and reached for the sun,
Even if it meant leaving me behind. But I wonder if you think of our past that's entwined?
Am I a piece of your history, lost in a long forgotten memory? Or am I circled in the forefront of your thoughts as a reverie?
Do you see my posts and stories and take the chance to take inventories
Of the things you knew of me and the dreams I wished to be.
Am I a whisper in your thoughts or a set of quickly bypassed snapshots?
Do you wonder how I've rearranged or if I ever changed?
Do you think of me the way I think of you? I'd like to believe I was important to you too.