I know…

I know…
You think of me
When the radio plays
the song we danced on.

I know…
you think of me
when a status is updated
to evoke a response

I know…
you think of me
when we land up at our favourite haunt
together unexpectedly

I know…
you think of me
when it rains and streaks
thunder across the sky

I know
you think of me
when I reach out to the crick of neck
you hold vice-like…

I know
you think of me
when I open my refrigerator
and find an almost empty bottle of wine.

I know…
I know why
I know now.
I know… because I think of you too!

About the author

Tappy Tippy

Late Bloomer, Coffee Drinker, French-Frier. Romance in her head. Erotica in her bones!