Do You Ever Think About Me?

A Poem

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

do you ever think about me,
that sad girl you left on Fifth,
when the Christmas lights still shone
in the days leading up to New Year’s?

telling myself you were better than this
doesn’t do a thing now, no matter how I feel

do you ever think about me,
that plain Jane who knew no better
than to take the crumbs you left behind,
all those wishes thrown to dust in the wind?

your mother warned me, I guess,
that night you didn’t walk me home

do you ever think about me,
that silly kid who laughed too easily
when you were prone to frowns
and too much brooding for a boy?

you wore your father’s old clothes
and became him without even trying

do you ever think about me,
when you’re out there with your cigarette
with no one to huddle against
and the cold is a bite to your skin?