time
and the little pink spot on your finger that bled
when i touched it you said stop
like the time when i was little
and i did not know you
and you did not know me
but i knew not to touch anyone else's pink spot
because i knew you
already
but didn't.
do you remember
feet
that found each other under the too blue soft sheet
that was warm and sweet and cold
like the time when i was little
and i was obsessed with hot
toppings on cold ice cream
sprinkle rainbow banana maybe too
good is this too good
don't answer
but tell me.
do you remember
spring
when i was broken and you were done with all that
mattered all that meant to me
like the time when i was older
and things mattered to me too
but then i forgot you
and your music and the spring and the way you
look you looked at me
and it hurt
you knew right?
do you remember
spring
when we were both in love but confused we talked
too often too close too soon
like the time when i was younger
and i touched someone's pink spot
but did not mean to yet
because i knew i wanted someone else's spring
and music and spot
to touch too
often, soon.
do you remember
time
and the letters i wrote to you so late at night
right after we smiled and left
like the time when i was younger
and i got chill bumps when he
who sat just close enough
to make me feel like reaching out and touching
his hand waited
for mine too
often, soon.
do you remember
feet
or do you prefer to forget about that time
when i touched you in the spring
like the time when i was little
and i wanted to forget
the stupid things i'd said
because i was little and how should i know
that we were wrong
i was right
about you.
do you remember
time
and the little pink spot on your finger that bled
spring and letters and music
like the time when i was little
and i did not know you
and you did not know me
nothing written down for us to remember
all that i said
already
but didn't.
