たそがれ

I wonder if the person who crossed my mind today also thought about me.
Even just for a minute,
a second,
a millisecond,
a nanosecond.

Did you miss my smile,
laughter,
smell,
eyes,
stories,
conversations,
as I miss you, in all your entirety, on that split second you entered my thoughts?
I wonder..

(But then again, you'll just tell me I have too much time to laze around that's why I can still think of these things)

No. You don't understand.

Memories, it leaves a lingering bittersweetness for the soul to feed upon.