we were on the path to falling in love?
I laughed and pushed you away
and told you you were an idiot.
I remember it like it wasn’t four years ago.
It was December but it felt like June.
You looked so cute in your fuzzy black sweater
with your cheeks all rosy.
And every time I have a vanilla bean latte
I still think of you.
The way you offered to pay
even thought it wasn’t a date.
The way I offered to pay
and you almost took me up on it.
The way you slipped your hand into mine
when we passed that old lady
and the way I shook you off,
rolled my eyes,
and told you to piss off.
I remember every detail of that day.
But I can’t for the life of me remember how I felt.
What was it like
being on the path to falling in love with you?
Do you remember?
Of course not.
You were the first one to forget.