I stole the sight of your shadow

And told myself not to fiddle

With something as insignificant as light displacement

Even though I already was

Hard at work sewing you onto my feet

It’s been a long time since I’ve had that

Shy and flustered incoherent butterfly fluttering feeling

In my chest churning into the pit of my stomach

Somehow it felt like one of those other days

One of those days

When I didn’t have to cut off the circulation in my fingers

And pretend not to care about you

One of those days that I would spot you

Walking down an aisle in a supermarket

And greet you with a hug

Just because I love you

A gift we exuberantly shared

But it’s not one of those days

And I keep forgetting