Faded photograph.

I wonder...
Do you think of me?
When the lights aren't on,
And you find yourself alone...
Among the faded photographs,
Can you find me there?
Am I among the dead roses,
Which you so tenderly collect,
Along your cracking mirror?
Do I ever haunt you?

I wonder...
Do you dream of me?
When it's dark outside,
Am I with you then?
Can you see me,
Among the midnight stars?
Have I brought tears to your eyes?
Could you find me beautiful,
Or worthy of your kiss?
Do I suffocate you?