Wish my back would touch the pavement
where you slightly touched my leg
Drinking much in a rich kid's hub
where all our kidding and glancing
wrote themselves an essay on
How "I never saw you again"
how very false and dramatic

The cigarette you gave me
after my pressure got to you,
to validate my attempts to smoke
is the second thing my dry lips
turn to when I am all out
of caramel per your suggestion

Your eyes weren't blue
in my head or anything similar
to the image of my recollection,
Passing by an apocalyptic meeting
with her whom you spend
my tomorrow with
my tomorrow never came

Long hair on your pale face
point me towards school days
Hennessy & Sailor Moon,
having staring contests
losing repeatedly,
there is no winning with you

Clothing ownership a petty fact,
reminder of your attention
shift on mine, enabling you to
name them piece by piece/ a song
title unrelated to your tattoos
and arrogance screams your initials

Wish you were the guy
sitting next to me in the bus
reading through dark tunnels,
not just a fleeting memory  
talking about my personality,
intertwined with my sundresses

Encapsulating everything you offered
I am convincing myself that
my treasuring this nonsense
of an interaction is enough,
You don't want me do you?