do you forget
when we first met?
do you know Union Square
and what we did there?
the house.
and your mouse.
pictures of harps.
purple stars.
endless darks.
only you.
I run out of rhymes.
it's okay.
you know these inside jokes.
I miss your everything and egg yolks.
my only question is.
what's it liked to still be missed more than anything?