We’re not friends

I don’t know your favorite color

or your mother’s name.

I can’t remember your birthday,

April maybe, I remember it rained.

You don’t know I’ll never be honest,

to a late night “how’ve you been?”,

Anyways, we haven’t spoken since August

We aren’t friends, never was never will

but when I’m caught in the wide eyed late night

your face, your laugh, they capture me still.