I wrote this poem for you because you smoked your cigarette sitting on those steps in just the right way was it the smoke or your breath I saw in the brisk air coming out of your mouth? Iβll never know but I wanted to bottle it up and watch it change colors in the setting sun
I wrote this poem for you because you had a nose stud that sparkled in the fading daylight like your laugh in the warm record store like your eyes when you mistook me for being in college like your fork as you ate another bite of your apple pie with cherry topping
I wrote this poem for you because you talked to me like I was your friend and I donβt even know your name