Cubicle Curse Series: Often
I often wonder if you still think about me at two in the afternoon
In between the coffee breaks and the constant surge of people calling your name
Or do you now think of me at two in the morning?
When your bed is warm and your body pulsates with rum
I often wonder if you still remember my perfume
The way it lingered in your bed and how the scents of
And burnt vanilla
Danced around your room
Whispering “I wish we can stay like this forever”
Or do you leave the windows open?
Cause the scent of your own sick makes you dizzy with pain
I often wonder if you still hide in the same places
Still open their arms for you
Do they still cradle you?
Ask you about the forgotten treasures in your hiding place
The first shadow you cast in spring
Or the first time you ran away from home?
Do they still care?
Do you still care?
Are you still hiding?
I often wonder why I even wonder about you
In between every ray of light and spaces in the dust
Or have I fallen for your mirage?
The pristine version of your worth
When your shadow no longer haunts you and you actually get up to try