I feel like it
was yesterday
that you told me
you hate my
wig on
Halloween
and you gave a
flashing basket
to a little
girl who
won't even
recall
the things you did
the ins and outs
of every ounce of
love, you are
it will feel like
yesterday
tomorrow
and the next
and in ten years from now
when I can't
quite recall
your voice,
I'll think to how
you said my name
on the last
voicemail you
left me.