Here's To You. I Guess

I'm feeling nostalgic. I've missed the old days.



It was something simple, I know.
Just a case of a little you in my eye

(and removing that should have been
as easy as scraping the sleep from dreams)

but it felt like I was holding infinity in my palm
and I had sneezed on the fingertips.

We were Destiny once
in the days when forever was just a word
our tongues liked to play tag with
and our hands were just apparatus to measure affection.


We were Destiny once.

Until predestination went out of style.

* * *

Every now and never,
I like to pretend I'm normal in your absence;

wear your shoes, read the obituaries,
smile at strangers and dip my friends in coffee.

Play you for a day.

But, this morning, I woke up to the strangest dream
naked on my pillow; gap-toothed and smiling.

It told me that mirrors were only invented
to look back at the past without straining your neck.

* * *

And I spoke to a pickpocket the other day
while he was fumbling for my change,

introduced him to you through the trinkets I keep in my trousers.
(I keep a misinterpretation of your smile in the most inconvenient place.)

He told me it's not a case of what you've lost.
More like what you find under the spot they stood in for the past year.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

That was so cute (but I'm guessing you got that from the giant awww). I like this A LOT.

I used to read allll of your stuff and I gotta say, this is so different. And its so cool. And its so bittersweet. And you can see everything reeling in your mind like a movie. I love the last three verses.

I love it, especially this line:

It told me that mirrors were only invented
to look back at the past without straining your neck.