Intimate Wonders

Do you think of me?
As the rain clatters on the window of the room
You once held me so tight in?
Do you remember
The sound of my voice when we talked
For hours too late at night?
Do you hear it
When you close your eyes and imagine
What could have been if you’d only held on tighter?
Do you remember how it felt
When your hand closed over mine,
Refusing to let me out of arm’s reach?
When you sit down all alone
With no distractions of fruitless demands
Do you think of me?

~Leila P. Morgan