Someone's Thinking About You.

Jeremy touched my neck, the clasp of the silver chain that had slipped forward. “Someone’s thinking about you,” he said and he smiled and I wondered who would be thinking about me. Then I kissed you and then every time the clasp was in the front I knew it was you. You said “you think I’m only thinking about you when it’s in the front? No, every time it’s not exactly on vertebrae, I’m thinking about you.” Sometimes when the clasp slips forward I wear it like it’s another charm on the necklace, it makes me smile every time I look in the mirror. Sometimes when I’m mad at you and it’s not on my backbone I deliberately move it back and keep it there. But today it’s only moved forward once. Why aren’t you thinking about me? Is it because you’re thinking about her? Or are you just deliberately keeping me out of your head, focusing on other things?