Damned love

I wonder if you think of me

the way I used to think of you

in that youthful glimmer

of sequined untainted hope

I wonder if you dream of me

the way I used to dream of you

lying in love-soaked sheets

charged with electric sweat

I wonder if you search for faces

the way I used to search for faces

desperate glimpses in a lonely crowd

singling out similar haircuts

I wonder if you look at old photos

the way I looked at old photos

when the love came flooding back

through my cracked dam of a heart