okay.
just this once,
i want you to think
back and down and up and left
and remember
right where we left off.
remember the way it was,
the way it could've been.
it sounds like a john mayer song
playing from an iphone underneath a ceiling fan,
sounds like a shower turning on and
two bodies getting to know each other.
it feels like this could be it.
okay.
i just want you to believe that
we could be in love somehow,
someway maybe one day
you'll understand that
i was just trying to touch you
in the softest ways possible.
i just wanted to hear
the sound of your laughter
falling down from your bedroom
and sitting next to me on the couch.
remember the way you kissed me
in that hallmark parking lot,
surrounded by the glow of
your brothers old pickup truck,
remember that. remember how
it was all new and so was i
and so were we and you felt like something
i could get used to.
it was all ****** radio stations and
green lakes and soggy leaves and
remember when you held my hand there,
remember that? you've got to remember that.
think back and
tell me how that felt.
felt like soft rain and
intertwining feet under a snowy white blanket.
i just wanted you to believe i was soft,
wanted you to think i could be good for you
or for anything. okay.
confession. i listen to piano man by billy joel
way more than i should because
i remember you told me
you could play that entire song
on the harmonica.
i'm just jealous i haven't heard it.
okay. remember how i said i loved you too,
well of course i still mean it.
i've never been so honest
in life and in a poem.
you've got this way of making
every moment my favorite.
okay.
i just want you to think back
whenever you need to
and know
that this is it.