I hope you think of me

When you’re running to your car in the pouring rain and you get in and laugh

Drenched and soggy

But completely and utterly happy

I hope you sit there, even just for a moment, and think of me

And if you don’t think of me

I hope a familiar wave of warmth rushes over you, consumes you for just a second

leaves you with a feeling like you’ve been there before

Not quite Deja vu but something of the sorts

That feeling in your stomach

The one that feels like butterflies when your body reminisces about something your mind just can’t gather

And I hope you think of me in the sun just as much