I almost cried about you today.
I saw hands intertwined and thought about our almost-forever
And isn’t that a sick thought: almost
I thought of reds so bright and warm they hurt to look at
so hot to the touch it burned my memories
I thought of stopping by your house to say hello
and remembered you weren’t even there. Not anymore.
I thought of how great we were together
the perfect pair of outcasts, the Quiet One and the Loud Mouth
I thought of our nights side by side
the way my lips would brush against your neck when everyone else was asleep
and maybe I might have missed it.
I thought of the restaurants with their mixed matched silverware
and how a full year later I realized I’d stopped taking stock of restaurants
becuase I stopped expecting to bring you to them I thought “don’t cry. don’t you ******* cry.”
because it’s been two and a half years of apathy
I don’t get to cry now
No matter how much I miss you.