I think of you everyday still. The frequency wanes... It's all I can look forward to in light of what transpired; that a stranger will bring up a film we watched together, a comedian you showed me, the tiny town where you grew up- and I won't linger too long on the aftertaste of the mention of you. Just, you know, the real part. Your crooked smile, lazy eye just behind that swoop of hair. How your jeans fit over your hips, your bowed chuck taylors, your ridiculous cackle.
Now that someone else gets to enjoy those inanities, I guess I don't have to.