Think of Me

What must you think of me? 

she’s burning to ask

at the risk of sounding insecure

she’s curious

if she said it without hesitation

eyes, milky with honesty

tone, dry like sandpaper tongues

vein, pumping blood sideways on her forehead

it would be enough if he said

I think of you

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