I’m sure you’ve forgotten the feeling of
the curve of my waist when your hand settles on it
the way silken strands of my hair slip between your fingers
the way my exhale feels against your neck

But I still remember
the way you drunkenly texted me at 2am
saying “i know it’s late,
but i can’t stop thinking about kissing you
and you falling asleep on my arm.”
the way you take your coffee,
strong and black.
the way you held my hand across the table
at dinner.
how your hand felt on my thigh,
sitting in the passenger seat of your car
while we listened to that song by Brand New

i hope i can make you remember, too.