These damn words.

I read their words, 

and convince myself their yours. 

I feel the full force of fate bearing down,

And desperately hope for a letter taped to my door.

I see words scribbled in dirt and, flutter at the thought:

A message, a hope, a moment to cherish. 

Logic reinstates, that I am not on your mind.

I retain a thought: what if.

What if you thought about me?