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.