I think of how you prefered the night.
You liked it because the streets were sound and hardly anyone was around.
It could be just us no distraction from the midday attractions.
Just you with your half smile a look that begged me to stay for a while and me with my half way glance that wanted nothing more but for our minds to dance.
And they did we’d talk about our ambitions and family traditions
For you, it was North Carolina and for I my Grandmother’s china
You spoke of college and how you were going to further your knowledge
I spoke of next semester and how time felt as if it would fester
You exclaimed to me how sophomore year was a constant bore
You stop and stare for you think that I am unaware of the hair cut you used to wear
how you kept to yourself put all you problems on a shelf
Focused on school and nothing else
I break the silence with a whisper of what and you claim that you must’ve forgot
Forgetful was your middle name it was a quirk that you wore with a friendly smirk
And a cloak of no shame and for this, I can and will never forget your name