The things I have forgotten to miss.

I saw a boy and his hair was brown and he was wearing your shirt,

But he wasn't you.

And he did that slouchy thing that you would do

where you would stare at me from under your curly mop

and smile a little half smile

a smile that knew everything

and everything was hilarious

and everything was right there between and around us, orbiting.

But he wasn't you

(and he wasn't smiling at me)

And I kept turning to that shirt

that shirt kept reminding me

Of all the things I had forgotten to miss about you.

And the boy continued to peer from under his mop of hair

And smile that smile at the girl who wasn't me

And I wanted to scream at them to stop

That I had seen this movie before

And I wanted to deprive them of what was happening (you don't deserve it)

And I wanted to save them. (you don't deserve it)

But he wasn't you

(and he wasn't smiling at me)