Do You Think Of Me? Poem by Agnes Quirante

Do you think of me when you leaved?
When you packed all the joy I had with you for a little time.
Do you think of me?
When you moved away that early morning.

Do you think of me?
The way I smiled back when you talk to me for the first time
And it was an ordinary day, I thought.
But it triumphs to catch my eyes.

Do you think of me?
If I like you?
Only you could guess the way I look to you
Does my eyes too clear and shallow
To catch my words?

Do you think of me? , the way I asked myself many times.
Do you still remember me? Or my name you uttered the
First day.

Let the wind carries it to you..
But forget me, if it hurts you too
More than I felt today.