Do you ever think about you and me?

and what us could be?

Do you ever think of my hand next to yours on the bench, where we meet, and yearn to hold it in yours?

Do you ever think of how when we talk, and we're excited, we seem to finish each other's sentences?

Do you ever think to look in my eyes, and discern the quiet pools of love that there reside?

because

I always think of that tear, rolling down your cheek and of catching it in my my palm,

I always think of that slow smile, and of how when I'm basking in its warmth, I find my calm.

I always think of sweet melody that is your voice and of how it speaks so easily with my soul.

Do you ever think about you and me?