Sometimes I just think of you and think,
‘My, we’d be perfect together.’
We could get married, probably,
And watch our favourite shows in our pajamas,
And hold hands, and maybe kiss,
And on our wedding day my friends would say, ‘I knew it!’
And I would hope that your friends would say the same thing.
Right now, today, I hope they tease you about the girl you watch movies with,
That they assume what isn’t true… yet.
But sometimes I remember our differences,
Like your logical mind and tolerance of cursing,
And my naïve behavior,
And how everybody loves you and I’m just a shadow.
But then again by midnight,
I stayed up too late,
And it’s dark, and I picture your eyes and your smile and the way we tease each other,
And I write poetry, thinking,
‘My, we’d be perfect together.’
