i really hope you get her someday

I shouldn’t still be thinking about you whenever I

hear love songs. There shouldn’t still be electricity

in my fingertips or my pulse hammering in my

throat when I think about your mouth. I shouldn’t

be thinking about your mouth at all. I shouldn’t still

be daydreaming about the time you swallowed cherry

blossom petals just to send me over the edge, and I

haven’t stopped tying cherry stems with my tongue

since. Your name shouldn’t still mean magic, or

wonder, or someday. I shouldn’t still have your

hands memorized, or your sleeping patterns.

Maybe a year is enough distance to forget why

the door was always slamming, but it’s not

enough to forget late night conversations.

Maybe I only still think about you because I

know you haven’t managed to erase me either.

So maybe it’s true that time heals a lot of things,

especially when you put a thousand miles between

us, but bad timing doesn’t seem to stop my body

from going into overdrive at the mention of your

name.