Stopped

I keep assuming that somewhere in the back lanes of your mind,

You have never stopped thinking,

About my existence,

About my well being,

About me.

I keep believing that somewhere in the parallel universe,

You have never stopped loving,

My voice,

My words,

Me.

I keep hoping that somewhere in the lonely nights,

You have never stopped hoping,

For my presence,

For my laughter,

For me.

I keep going to bed each night and waking up each morning,

As I have never stopped expecting,

The unexpected,

The impossible,

You.