even when you're not there,
I spend my days thinking of you
and I don't think it's fair.
You come to mind when I make
my plans for the next few days,
but you also come to mind
when I plan out our next May.
You've changed my habits,
you're part of my routine,
I talk about you all the time,
you're even in my dreams.
How can you ask me, then,
if I think this could be love,
when it's still hard to breathe
though my infatuation is gone.
Mar Fresno