There were flashing lights,
lasers, where we met.
There was loud music
and cheap drinks.
I found myself with the three of you,
only one of whom I'd met before.
That was the year I only wore plaid, mostly.
I was protesting make up at the time,
a leftover idea from my two year flowerchild period.
You were arrogant as ever,
self involved jock
with great taste in music.
I remember in all the conversations that followed
you'd compliment my impeccably perfect playlists.
I digress.
You stayed away from me that night,
let me hit on your friends.
But you got me that shirt.
I still wear it.
I had forgotten that night for over a year.
Even when I saw you next,
I didn't remember you.
I didn't remember you
and that has always bothered me.
I don't forget people.
I just don't.
Especially since it was both our first night out with that crowd.
You remembered me though.
And I'll never know why
I forgot and you remembered.
But now you forget me,
and I never shall forget you.
I promise you I'll never forget you.
And if you recall,
I don't break my promises to those I love.