I used to lie
on your bed
and dream of you
with me
I fell asleep
on your floor
once—years ago it seems
funny to think we were
(almost) in love
but too afraid to even
brush hands or bump knees.

and now
I see you
and my heart remembers
the race it ran
and my eyes remember
your magnetism
and my mind forgets
all the reasons
why not

(I told myself I’d never
write of you again
but I always
break my own vows
and I can’t ignore this
slippery slope, this
crush)

and I ask myself
what if
?