When I think of you, I think of ballparks and busted televisions being hauled back and forth because we can't make up our minds on whether or not we want to keep it.
We took it back.
When I think of you, I think of popcorn and watered down perfection because you think I'm some angel reincarnate even though I'm pretty damn sure I'm not.
I've already fallen.
When I think of you, I think of silver dollar eyes and peppered steaks that have nothing at all to do with you except for the fact that they taste damn good.
Probably taste like you.
When I think of you, I think of red satin marbles and schizophrenic dreams because you once said I should be crazy without knowing that I already was.
Just not about you.
When I think of you, I think of saltines and crooked pool sticks because you tried to teach me the game once and I couldn't get it right but you never gave up because at least I tried.
And at least I failed.
When I think of you, I think of broken movie reels and dirty jokes told in the front seat of a stick-shift where we laughed until sunset as I ground the gears up the hill.
We never got that far.
When I think of you, I think of lousy paychecks and the last time you looked at me with hope dancing in your pupils like two souls maintaining the rhythm of your heartbeat.
I'm so sorry.
When I think about you, I think of forgotten promise rings and a lifetime of tv dinners on top the washing machine because it's the only thing that doesn't have ties to you.
Except that everything goes back to you.