It’s not like I

It’s not that I always think of you

Sometimes when the lights go out I don’t think at all

I don’t crave you or need to feel you against me

I just think I do until the lights come on

It’s not that I always dream of you

Sometimes when my eyes close you’re the furthest thing from my mind

I don’t envision you, at my side, hand in mine

The smell of you does not linger after I wake.
I don’t always cry at the mention of your name.

Sometimes when I hear it it’s doesn’t even register to me

I don’t flinch at a hint of yesterday or memory lane

I don’t want to care this much, after all this time.

I mean it’s not like I always think of you.