a life in words

o h. y o u

you asked if I'd be at the party,
I sadly said no,
and when you responded that that was lame,
my heart fluttered like it used to,
when I still knew there was a spark between us two,
but even today,
here with my tear stained cheeks,
I know you haven't forgotten my name,
and I hope I still cross your mind often,
because this is me telling you that your name still has a home in my brain,
and it's rooted deep,
and I'd have to go through hell and back twice to forget anything about you,
but that doesn't make me sad,
or mad,
but instead a completely different kind of glad,
the kind that I cling to on dark days like this,
the kind that remind me you're still here,
like gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe,
and I won't try to get you off,
with grass or soap or a stick or two,
I'll allow you to stay there,
as long as I'm on your shoe too.