You didn't jar with me when I saw you
I didn't want to cry,
so that was good, I guess.
Your girlfriend ignored me so
my girlfriends called her a *****.
(Not to her face, but the sentiment
was real.)

I asked you had you found the earrings
I left in yours
when you threw a party for my birthday

you said
yes, and I didn't believe you
but you described them perfectly,
in a way that told me you had studied them for a little while
before deciding not to throw them out.

they're in the bottom of your bedside press
with all your other memories of me.

I almost wanted you to keep them,
maybe years from now we would meet in a bar in our hometown, you having never left. And you would go home and retrieve them and think;
"What if?"