I still think of you.
I think of you when I'm awake at 3am and know you're starting your day.
Rereading the snippets of conversation, although cold leftovers from the fridge at midnight, they still light a fire in me.
I wonder if you put the cigarettes down for good.
I wonder if you picked your Hügelkultur project back up.
I think of you coming to my door, and avoiding an awkward greeting with a passionate kiss.
I think of you drinking me in with your fingertips.
I think of the passion we could have had and the potential of that powerful spark between us.
Of the burning passion missed.
I want to tell you that pursuing non-monogamy has been amazing and had benefits to my life and marriage I never expected.
You're still top of my list.
I wonder if there is a woman in your life now.
If you found the feral housewife of your dreams.
Or if you ever still think of me.