I have a hard time remembering what it was like before I met you.
I can see events, days like flipping through a photo album
but it’s like it was a different me
a shadow or a copy living in my shoes
the ones my aunt gave me on my birthday
how did you get them- they were in my closet.
I can see a day that happened last year but
I ended the day talking to you
future me tellin’ me stop being me
and go get that girl.
You like to tell me I’m forgetful-
but I’ll never forget what you make me feel
you make me want to rewrite this photo album
walk you through it like a history class
changing majors giving you a D for missing class
and A for being on time-
I think I’ve chased you before,
not this me another me not the me in the shadow a different me
I’ve always chased you
throughout history.
