By Iris Aloe
And he never thinks of me…
Except when in ten years he’s watching Bluey with his kid
And he remembers how I liked it
Those pajama pants
I’m rent free in your head, whenever you’re wearing them
Now you’re caught in a trance
And you’ll never be in New York again
Without thinking of me when you hear that accent
Our very first conversation
You can’t make fun of the way the Brits pronounce aluminum
Without thinking of you speaking to me in your brilliant matter of fact way
You won’t meet anyone with a PhD in chemistry, without my questions swirling throughout your mind
“Where do you find”
Something of that specificity
You finally found out baby
But I’m not around for you tell
You can’t bend down to look at a girl,
Without thinking of me
Cause you tilted your head the same way
The angles all come into play
And when you’re on a date in 15 years,
And you’re thinking she’ll be the love of your life
You won’t be able to smile at her
Without remembering the way
I made you laugh
The methodology of my quiet quips
The way I help your table thrive in the winter time
The way I enchant the teacher and my friends
Your memories of me will disturb you for an eternity
A decade and counting
But that’s fine with me
The more the merrier
You’ll revitalize your long standing obsession with the way I write
Our many similarities
I would never tease you for the things that make you light up a room
Since you missed it, I was cheering super loudly for you
But you fell for the same scam
You stumbled into the exact trap
Of thinking you didn’t love me back
You’re reading poetry
That’s my favorite genre
I write it, sublimely supreme
When you fell for her instead
You missed out on witnessing the greatest of dreams
