Do You Ever Think of Me on a Monday?

It’s a Monday, and I’ve found myself thinking of you. I never promised myself I wouldn’t think of you again.

I wonder about you, what your days look like now. I create pictures in my head. Maybe you’re across the world, a million miles away. Maybe you’re sitting in that same coffee shop.

As for me? I still listen to Sam Cooke while I make dinner, and I’d still take a dense chocolate brownie over a light, fruity dessert any day. I’m even wearing the same pair of pants I had when we were together. I guess I haven’t changed all that much.

I no longer look you up online. I haven’t for months. It’s helped a lot in letting go, though the questions still linger. Are you a million miles away, or are you sitting in that same coffee shop?

And do you ever find yourself thinking of me on a Monday?