ripenserei che non sei qua

I remember getting lost in Jersey

With the one with black curls

Buying daisies of different colors

For the blonde who didn’t care

Eating cupcakes, strumming a pink guitar

With my brown eyed girl

And what you wore the third time I saw you

We held tight in Rome during the fall

6 hours from the common room

You let go

The difference between a boy who lies and a man who regrets

4 years

And now I can’t remember how you taste when you sweat

I forgot how you smell and how you moaned

Tight blue Seven jeans

Maroon tank with thin straps

A few yellow-orange streaks peaking out from behind your brown hair

You caught me staring through my silver and blue Oakleys

But I never looked away

4 years

I emptied out the trunk I kept you in

Every hallmark card, every artifact

Threw out the photo albums

Scraped your face off my hard drive

7 years

There’s still one picture stuck up on my wall

Waiting still behind a draped flag above my bed

Of you posing on the steps of “the wedding cake”

Our last days in Rome

Trying to fill all my unused rolls of film

Now

My last clear memory

On a blurry 4x6

An awkward pose, a forced smile

Sleepy eyes and perfectly straight hair

My last clear memory

The look you gave me

That it had been a long day

And you were done