i got asked about you.
i got flustered from that.
i thought my heart was going to burst through my mouth and talk for me
i honestly wouldn't have minded that
i wanted you today
not in a gross sexual way
in a way that i could watch your face light up with a smile after i make fun of you for coughing after a long drag off of a stale cigarette
in a way that you'd call me a little bitch but in a loving sense,
in a way that i could look at the sheer fear in your eyes when i threatened to tickle you
i thought i saw you today
in that restaurant i was at,
she looked so similar to you
not nearly as pretty, though
just her essence and her aesthetic
i wish that was you
i thought about the future today
you where in it
we where happy
we where a we
i had you still
i hope it ends up like that
YOU ARE READING
just like old times
Poetryfor when you need a map of my mind. i am handing you a pamphlet of my being