Dying of the Light

reminders at 1am

i make too many playlists

with songs that you liked

i write too many poems

about the way you smelled that night

and how right it felt

your hand in mine.

i watch too many movies

with tall silent guys

who have your same smile

and then i wonder why

i can never seem to like

any other guy.

but perhaps it's a way to remind myself

that it wasn't all a lie -

what happened that summer

between you and I