Think of Me

I loved you.
I still do, in a way
that's new,
or new to me at least.
You don't love me,
whatever,
what're you gonna do?
You know?
But I know you think of me.
When you get home
and no one's turned the ac on
for you
you think of me.
When you cook for one
or wash a single dish
you think of me.
When you walk into an empty place
and can't help but feel the space
you think of me.
When you wake up alone
you think of me.
I love you,
and I know you
and I know you think of me,
I just hope you miss me too.