I stand alone and on my own wondering if he thinks about me. I think about the words, “united we stand divided we fall” and notice there is no “we”. The only thing I think about is if he thinks about me. I started to cry and wanted to die hoping that could never be. But the only thing I think about is if he thinks about me. I remember when I blamed him for pushing me out of a tree. But the only thing I think about is if he thinks about me. If only those words can mean such a thing. If only there was a something that could transport you to happiness. Like a door and a key. And the only thing that matters is if he thinks about me.