I don't think I'll be forgetting
any time soon at least
how you laugh and smile and joke around
and how cold you were to me
I think I'll be moping and languishing
beating myself up for retreading old ground
expecting new things to spring from a well untapped by me
I tried to stay on your good eye's side
so you could watch me watch you breathe
attempt to triangulate your essence
to duplicate your whims
to unify us
or at least to create an orbit that will
(conceivably)
carry us infinitesimally closer and closer
apart