wondering if she is still studying for her MFA in poetry.
later, I will listen to the new Avett Brothers album,
and try like hell not to write poetry about her.
sometimes nostalgia is a number that never is,
and sometimes you take a sip of coffee and perfectly smell the past.
wish I could go back in time just to ask how long is now,
hold on to the way she laughed a little tighter.
I hope she reads this so she knows
I am thinking about not thinking about her.
maybe tonight, I will see her in my dreams,
and say "I am sorry, Kendrea Jean."