Yana

Remember August- no- September, November?

The night we were first together?

A house party where the passcode was essentially.

“None for me I’ll just have some water please”

You walked up and I was sitting on the counter by the sink.

You asked what I had to drink.

I handed you my cup, “what do you think?”

You look down to smell and when you looked up at me...

We’d cross paths again orthodox cross I mean you didn’t ask me about my hopes and dreams until time three.

I thought you’d never ask flabbergasted me.

Hours must’ve passed in between but it seemed like a century.

You rose petal gently against my fallen leaf.

I’ve lost all the green I once used to envy.

And yet you treasure me.

Remember the last thing I said

“Here’s something to remember me”