Is This What You See When You Think of Me?
Indian ink on Cotton Rag paper, 42 x 29 cm
What do you feel when you think of me?
Do all the bad memories come first?
Does your heart freeze?
Whatever you may remember
In that head of yours
Know that I gave you everything that I had
I was just a reflection of my surroundings
I hope when you think of me
You find a little good
Hanging there on a string
Deep in your heart.
Every time the night falls down,
Do you wonder what I’m doing now
Do you think of me?
Our love was too strong to be forgotten.
At least for me…
In the end, it was end game for us
We both knew it
Is This What You See When You Think Of Me?