(You) Think of him often
Like a riddle you solved but forgot how to explain
His name will sit on your tongue
And you'll fumble with your hands to keep from gnashing your teeth
In your eyes, his mouth forms in the shape of your name and forever
They sound similar
You never see past that image
The alarm has long been silent
And the image loops
It will resurface soon enough
This would explain the foundation cream in one hand
And thumb taps in the other
Inconvenience, you think
Is the price you pay
When he exists in any other world
Except yours