Ctrl, Alt, Delete: Silence

of you

i think of you too much, never too little.
i think of you all the time, maybe i shouldn't.

i think of you when i wake, i think of you when i sleep.
i think of your voice and your touch,
i think of your mouth, maybe too much.

i'm afraid to ask what you think of me, because I think
you'll say you don't.
i want to know how you're doing, and i want to know what.
but out of all of that, i think of what you're not.

i still really love you, and i like to think
what today would've been like.

the nights we used to share, i think about a lot.
and the nights where you watch the heavens,
when they hold your gaze. 
sometimes i think of the mornings,
where your gaze held the heavens.

i think of you so fondly, i swear i don't try.
and i do it so often, more than i could say.

i think of you,
day and night.
and i always hope,
i think you're doing alright.