What About All The Memories We Made?

- Rift: Part II - Poem VII -

We were in the corner booth,

Hands wrapped around lattes that went cold,

My heart’s already leaning forward,

Already learning your laugh

The first movie was nothing special,

But the way your shoulder pressed into mine,

Made the credits feel like a promise,

Later, in your room,

Controllers in hand,

You taught me the game like it was something sacred,

And I pretended to lose,

Just to hear your laugh again

We danced in the living room to the Eras Tour,

Our voices breaking on the high notes,

Spinning until the floor blurred beneath us,

Your hoodie on my back,

Your music in my veins,

I thought I’d found the one place,

I could stop running

Now I walk past 151,

Past the bayside theatre,

Past my brother’s old living room, where other people still play side by side,

And I wonder,

If you think of us,

Like I do,

Do you remember,

How your eyes lit up in pixelated blue?

How you reached for my hand,

Before the bridge of that song?

Do you remember the way?

We made ordinary places holy,

Just by being there together?

Or did you forget,

After I messed it all up,

By leaving,

And you're staying,

Did we build something worth keeping?

Tell me,

What about all the memories we made?