Last night was the first time we
Had spoken in months, it was a real
Conversation filled with laughter and
Old memories that once had been;
We talked of times going to the city
When you said that you didn't want to go to
The art museum because you
Already had a masterpiece-
You told me how you loved it when my
Nose would scrunch up whenever I laughed,
We talked about the forgotten Sunday afternoons in
December where we would lay on the
Ground and you'd have me read you
My poetry, but you didn't like that in the
old poems other boys names were talked of
You didn't like not being the center of
Attention, but I couldn't tell you how I felt because I was just a girl reading her poems
To a boy who would soon forget the sound of
my voice saying his name. But
Maybe if we didn't spend our weekends taking the train  to the city just so we could
Sit in a coffee shop and burn our tongues,
Maybe if we didn't spend so much time reading my old poetry, maybe
Just maybe would have stayed , because now
I'm giving you all the attention, because
This poem is about you. Maybe if you
We're still here you wouldn't have walked
Away without saying goodbye.

r.h.