Sometimes

Sometimes
I think about you
and wonder
how your life
has changed
since we last spoke.
I wonder if the
band next door
still keeps you
up at night.
I wonder if you
still read in bed
when you can't sleep;
if you still watch
old movies
and drink
green-apple-flavored
Jones soda.
Do you still bake
chocolate chip cookies
for the firefighters
and hem pants
for your co-workers?
Sometimes
I wonder:
do you think of me
as much as I
think of you?

© 2006 Amy E. Hall