quadrod

1988
standing in a group of 'friends'
thinking, '30 must be a good age'
and will i know you then
will i still think about you constantly
wishing you would just say my name
that day i sang to you
and you smiled and when you walked away, you made a small attempt at holding my hand
and in all that time, we kissed only once
and that opus doll i gave you
now in my 30s i wonder if you have it anymore
and no, i do not know you now or think about you that often
but in some fucked up way, that feels like home to me.
...
still quietly, i smile.