Jump

I wonder what you think of me.
Am I a dark cloud or butterflies?
Do you wonder if I think about you?
Late at night during ceiling staring sessions, do you search for the warmth of my skin?
One day will you wish my clothes were still strewn about floors next to yours? 
What if I never saw you again?
How would it feel to never hear your voice, who would ask me for glasses of water before I've wiped the sleep from my eyes?
Do you ever imagine  a white dress and rice in the air, we would want to get away from everyone.
Or do you imagine goodbye or maybe nothing at all.
Your hand still fits perfectly in mine, hold on tight.