Writing: Kissing Fucks With My Head

Recently,
I’ve found myself wondering
If you’re thinking about me
At the times when I’m thinking about you.
Did those moments when your
Lips met mine
Really matter to you as much as you said?
Because they mattered to me
More than I let on.
Now I’m alone here,
And you’re gone.
I hope for the day
That we meet again.
Although,
I’m not quite sure
If it’s going to exist.
Until then,
My dear,
I’m left with only memories
Of the first time we kissed.