sometimes when I hear your name,
I  think of our favorite record,
fizzling out slowly as we stare at each other
over now-cold tea and stale conversation

though sometimes I think of warm sunlight
and the way your curly caramel-colored hair captured it perfectly
I think of running my small hands through your sunshine hair
I remember the way it felt to me

then again, when I hear your name
sometimes I feel small raindrops hit my skin
on the rainy afternoon in the summer
when you told me I couldn't ever leave you

mostly though, I remember looking at you
watching you laugh at a terrible movie
deeming it the best film in existence
and realizing that I didn't love you anymore

I remember everything about you
even though I knew nothing about you