9 to 5

[tensionrising]

and you know he never thinks of you
in the moments when he wakes with bare
feet to walk to the kitchen in the middle
of the night and you wonder why you let
your mind fill with the images of what
was then and what you wish could be
when you know he never thinks of you
in the moments when he's in his car
and those songs play on the radio
and all those lyrics are not for you--
not one single sound sung with the
thought of your voice, or your touch,
or the way the corners of your eyes
crease when you smile and you wonder
if there's nothing else better to think
about than never being thought about at all.