I Think of You
By Dave
Do you think of me
when you sip your coffee
and the steam curls toward your face?
When you take the long way home
without knowing why?
When a song you didn’t mean to hear
lingers too long in your chest?
Do you think of me
when you reach for a thought
you can’t quite name—
when something’s missing
but you don’t know what?
Because I loved you.
From the moment I saw you,
before there were words
or reasons
or rules.
You were light still forming,
a kindness I did not deserve,
a future I was never meant to touch.
And I—
I was the one who knew.
Who counted the cost.
Who turned away
not because I didn’t feel it,
but because I did.
You didn’t know what you offered.
And I loved you more
for that.
So I became the silence.
The closed door.
The steady hand that let go
so you could walk free.
You may forget me.
You may go on
never knowing the truth.
But if ever—
in some quiet hour,
on some ordinary day—
you pause and wonder,
just wonder...
Then know:
I think of you.