It’s always like that with me.
I’ve thought about things
I want to say to you when I see you next
and when I do see you, I don’t say them.
I wanna tell you all the funny things
that have happened to me.
My memories do not do you justice.
I miss the actual sound of your laugh.
I’ve made all these poems
in my head about you,
but I hardly write them down.
I need to write them down.
I need to write you down.
That’s the only way
you stay with me longer.