I woke up this morning missing you.
because I can't forget
the way your eyes crinkle
on the sides when you smile.
and in first grade I told myself that
I would marry a man with those eyes.
those kinds people are special to me.
maybe that's why its hard.
because you finally gave me the time of day
after weeks of absent "hellos" in the hall.
and I can't remember to forget and
I can't forget what I remember.
maybe that's why it's hard.
