Dan's Thoughts

I wonder if, when you go to bed,
If your last thoughts are of me.
Do you think of a kiss?
A soft touch upon our lips.

Or do you think of my smile.
So rarely given.
Which might, or might not,
Pass before your eyes before you sleep.

Do you miss me?
Before slumber claims you?
Or perhaps when you awaken?
Mayhaps it is upon both occasions.

I wonder this.
It seems at all times.
Maybe though I could be so very wrong,
And you do not think as I do.