I hope you think of me when you
hear someone talking just a little
too loud for wherever you happen to be.
I hope you think of me when you
see someone wearing yellowed checkered vans.
I hope you think of me when you
put your hair in a little bun on the top of your head
after all, I taught you how to do that.
I hope you think of me when you
hear someone wheeze with laughter.
I hope you think of me when you
bake those cookies.
I hope you think of me when you
drive past panda express.
I hope you think of me when you
see those canvases that I painted you.
the ones that still hang in your room or
sit in the back of your closet.
the ones you took with you when you
moved because you just can seem to throw them away.
I hope you think of me whenever you
get around to watching the last 4 Harry Potter movies,
but maybe you never will.
I hope you think of me when you
are watching the rain pour from behind your window,
listening to the sounds and just being.
I hope you think of me when you
hear that song.
I hope you think of me when you
drive with the windows down and the radio up,
realizing that you do not know what to do
with your hand when it is not holding mine.
I hope you think of me when you
go to the theater and sit in the last row.
I hope you think of me when you
find yourself seated once again in
the second to last row of LB125.
I hope you think of me when you
see the people that we both call friends
and maybe wonder how I am.
I hope you think of me when you
sit at a picnic table,
remembering another picnic table in the cold in the middle of the night.
I hope you think of me when you
walk by frog baby.
I hope you think of me when you
decide to do something very brave;
I hope you hear the echoes of my voice
saying how proud I am.
I hope you think of me when you
communicate with the people you still love.
I hope you think of me when you
are scrolling through Netflix and pass
that show that we had just started watching.
I hope you think of me when you
finally go to Australia.
I hope you think of me when you
see a couple holding hands,
laughing,
kissing.
I hope you think of me when you
see someone with really cool earrings on.
I hope you think of me when you
watch a movie that you think is stupid,
knowing that I would probably love it.
And I imagine that you do,
and I imagine that you will.
And I imagine that there will also be a time
when you will not.
When yellow checkered vans will
make you think of someone else.
When you will
put your hair up without a second thought.
When that song will
just be another song on your playlist.
And I imagine that I will do the same.
With longboards.
With letters I can’t convince myself to get rid of.
With indie films.
With BROCKHAMPTON.
With cooking.
With that dress of mine that you liked so much.
With those earrings that you gave me.
With men whose heads stick out above
the crowds,
when I will hope or perhaps fear for just a moment
that it is actually you I see.
With the first poems I ever wrote- I cannot deny that they are riddled with you.
AMV