Don't You Forget About Me.

As you walk on by

Will you call my name?

As you walk on by

Will you call my name?

When you walk away
Or will you walk away?

Will you walk on by?

Come on - call my name

Will you all my name?

So I know I seem to have a lot of crippling insecurities that keep me from having as much fun as I like and saying what I mean about 80 per cent of the time. I understand that. That's just the way it is. Love me or lump me as they used to say...

But I want to know, what are YOU doing? What are you thinking about? Who are you thinking about?

I'm not obsessed or anything. Just sometimes when ther's nothing on tv and I'm waiting for my brown rice to come to the boil I stare at the espresso machine and see the weird stain you left on the coffee pot that time when you left the element on all day. Or when Ravi draws blood or I do my weekly count of cat scratches I think about the time he scratched your scalp and made you bleed. I wonder if you still have a scar? I wonder if you tell people a kitten almost clawed your brain out while you slept.

If so, do you say it was some random girl's kitten? An ex-girlfriend's kitten? Do I rate a funny nickname like Neurotico or Hysterika? Do you use my actual name when you talk about me? Or am I just the "EX?" Or the uber-bitch?

I don't think about these things often, just once in a while. And it would be nice to know that you won't forget about me.