Pondering you, pondering me

Do you think of me? I think of you too... when I hear a song, read a poem, come across a photo, remembering times gone by... times where we could just be... we were great, we were toxic, I choose the good.. the times that we could allow each other just to be.. no tug of war, just intimate connections between friends, no push, no pull, we could just be. Your secrets, my questions, my secrets, your wisdom, we could just be free... I wonder, do you think of me? Months have gone by, I'm finally starting to really fly, how I wish you could see, how I wish we could be, I wonder... do you think of me?