Thinking About You

Sometimes I wonder if people think about me.  Like if they ever stop what they're doing and just wonder where I am or what I'm doing.  There is a person I think about.  When I'm in school, or at home, or whatever.  And that person is you.  I'm thinking about you now as a matter of fact.  I'm thinking about you like, like I can't stop thinking about you.  I'm thinking about you like your love is my drug,  like I can't wait til the next time we hug.  Like it's a dark cold winter night and you are the mug of hot chocolate that's keeping me safe and warm.  I'm thinking about you like dogs think about chasing cats.  I'm thinking about you like sluggers think about their favorite bat.  Like black thinks about white and positive thinks about negative and night thinks about day.  I'm thinking about you like it's the only thing that gets me through the day.  I'm thinking about you like printers think about paper.  I'm thinking about you like stones think about rolling, like young couples think about strolling.  Like Peter Pan thinks about crowing.  I'm think, think, thinking about you like Winnie thinks about honey.  I'm thinking about you like honey, I think we shrunk ourselves but it's ok cause we're still together.  I'm thinking about you like I wonder if you wonder if people think about you.  And I wonder if you think that I'm the one that thinks about you.  Because I do.