There’s this song that you sing sometimes
that reminds us of each other
under your breath when you’re in the car
or making breakfast or strumming a guitar
Break my heart sweetly
Means something different to you and me.
There are moments when I think
I’m gonna miss this when I'm in it.
I lay in your bed and I don’t sleep
and watch the sky lighten while you breath deep
I feel every minute only as it goes
and grasp at them even though I know
I will never love the warmth of your body
As much as I will miss it.
When I remember you keep a picture of me
In your wallet I wake you to see
if we can still be friends even
When you find someone else.
Sometimes I doubt
My love is requited as you show me out
Of your life with no sign of regret
And with such confidence I forget
That you love me like I do you
and I will let you go too.
/Flitz/ noun. A "Flirty Blitz," or, an email sent via the Dartmouth email system to invite a classmate on a date.
On the Mind
On my way out of the house the other day, I ran into my housemate, Arjun, on the porch. It was hot, sunny, mid-morning. He was smoking a pipe by himself, sitting on the top step, wearing a yellow T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up enough to expose the tattoo of an applesauce pouch on his right bicep.