Two years and I still think of you
and your name keeps showing up in the books I read
Or the Netflix shows I watch.
Should I call you?
Some say its a sign from the Universe
some call it an excuse, some just random chaos.
I'm torn between the signs of the Universe
and the reasoning of my brain.

Two years and I am still writing a poem about you.
And staring blankly at my laptop screen right now.
I should have written about you earlier
and now I'm just plain drunk.