short memories

I can't fit your love. When your lips pressed onto mine that first time, your thoughts were thrown into the crevices of my brain.

            Every little thought of yours, I hope to a God that they're coming from the thoughts of me.

    When I leave the thoughts for a second, I hear your laughter. So, I close my eyes and turn around, hoping I can open them and see you there. Instead, I open them, and I see a strange woman crying.