I don't really talk about you
don't really have your pictures in my phone
or in my stupid social media gallery
I don't really call you
don't really ask about your days
And they wonder do you matter to me
Darling, don't you listen to them
You know you are my subconscious
you are always there
in my mind
even when I don't think of you.
Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate.