A Useless Thought

I think of you
When there's nothing
Left to say
Or no opinion left
To be had.
I think that you would have
Been good here.
There's no doubt
You'd turn some heads
With the way you talk
And the way
You scatter your presence
About a room.
I think you will be fine
With your jewelry
And your records
Holed up in a room
Thinking you're the only one
Of your kind left.
I think you will learn
To live without those words
That command your movements
And split your lips.
But, sometimes.
I think that
I think
Too much.