and, well- maybe we won't know each other anymore-
it's likely that we'll fade from each other's lives
like faces in photographs that you keep on your desk
and pass by every day until one morning you pick it up
try to name each face in the crowd
and say, i remember her, but what was her name-

maybe we'll move on, maybe we'll both grow up
to have beautiful wives and if i knew yours now
i'd be jealous and insecure, because i was never
good enough to be her-
if i knew her now i'd be jealous
but maybe by then i'd have grown up enough
to be okay not being perfect

most probably, you'll replace me
and that in itself
is reasonable cause for panic-
i could hide in the corner for days
and weep just because i'm going to miss you
because in a few months i'll be gone,
but all i care about
is that we're here right now

agreeing (but not doing anything)
about how stupid people are
sharing dreams and
favorite melodies
or maybe just laughing
at some stupid joke you made

all i care
is that we're here now
happy
and you don't seem sick of me
and i actually feel like being alive
today


you asked me once,
why do you keep tying your shoes
when they're bound to come undone
within the next five minutes

and i said,
you have to keep a hold
on the little things
or else
they'll slip from your grasp