Memories

Do you remember when we first met?

It’s okay.
I don’t either.

But lately memories have been spilling
Like pools of ink
Before the whites of my eyes
Blinding me
And I figured I might as well tell them to you
Before stinging tears wash them away

I remember drinking all of your coffee
Even though you clearly needed the caffeine more
And how you had trouble deciding what brand of water
to buy in a grocery store

I remember your “epic dance party”
Which included a total of you and your iPod
Your confidence left me laughing
Your dancing was odd

I remember your hesitation
When I held open the door for you
Because you wanted to hold it for me
but the entrance couldn’t fit two

I remember getting lost in the woods
But somehow finding my way back
Because in that moment all I wanted
Was to be where you stood

I remember drifting off
To the steady rhythm of your breathing
And the infuriatingly short distance
from our hands as we were sleeping

I remember when I told you that
If I fell asleep,
to just leave me
And all you said was
“I’d carry you back in.”
Truth be told
I actually do remember
When we met for the first time
In fact, to be honest, my first thoughts were
“Why are his jeans skinnier than mine?”

But when I ask if you remember
It’s okay to say that you don’t
Because having a beginning means
Eventually
There’s an end
So if you forgot how we met
Good
Let’s just start over again.