it’s just a poem (only words)

does she ever think of me
when she’s with him?
i don’t know
i’ll never know
does she ever lie awake
wondering what might have been?
i do
i always do
i’m lonesome in her memory
sinking like a stone
hoping this’ll be the last time
and hoping it won’t
i can still feel her soul
pressed against mine
and what i know of love
is ever fixed by her name