It seems you are always forgetting
something, around me
shirts, songs, answers,
and I am collecting them.
Picking up your crumb trail,
and eating each tab
that I place on you.
Always checking
pulses like fingers on paper skin wrists,
carefully peeking at life lines
that mark the place where we met
like a head meets the floor
awkwardly, we spun
through our lives like
pliable limbs and tutu twins.
Always dancing and laughing,
I pulled you along, and you
used to follow back then
when I knew how to lead.
Bitter-sweet observations... interesting read