Llopis

I thought of you when the leaves fell,

and the snow took your place. 

I thought of you when the rain fell,

and the earth oozed petrichor.

Whenever I couldn’t remember,

I thought of you.

I think of you, 

and i feel my feet wet, burning with booze.

I think of you,

and the string of waist beads that you would have torn

off my waist,

The chuckle you would have given

when you heard the first bead break.

I will think of you,

when i return to places I have never been.

and hold strange beers to my lips.

when the air is cold,

I will remember your aversion to heat,

and our shared chuckle that never happened.

I will think of you,

even when I cannot remember.

I will think of you,

When there’s nothing left to think.