That August came and went quickly

like all Summers turn to Fall.

One thing remains certain,

as sure as leaves turning brown,

tonight- your voice booming down the hall…

I could pick it out

of a thousand crowds.

Out of a thousand sounds.

And I don’t know what it means…

Crazy to think

I had this same instinct at thirteen…

How seventeen years of Invisible Strings

led me to your living room,

pouring over red wine and

nostalgic things.

You had the same laugh, same humor

as when we were kids.

Will forever be blushing thinking

of that freaky shit we did-

starry-eyed while

standing in your kitchen

swiping through your playlist.

Told you Dave was my favorite, you smiled and

said, “I knew you’d say this.”

My heart fluttered a bit

thinking you’d thought of

things I liked.

After that, I only got a few more nights…

Hindsight.

The abrupt ending

didn’t seem fair.

But I will pretend I don’t care.

That I didn’t love running my

fingers through your hair.

That I don’t remember your stare…

as you came and sat closer to me….

took my glass…placed it over there…