M.aybe A. R.eason K.nown

What if I were to reach out to you, would you meet me in the middle?
Extend your hand to meet my fingertips and graze them just a little?
I wish I could remember more about you, but it's all gone.
All I have left are memories of an 18th birthday spent in your arms.
A trip to your house, where your sister I did meet.
Eating breakfast in a small restaurant but it made me complete.
Every stoplight brought a chance to look into your eyes.
Ask for a kiss and hold your hand just so tight.
I remember your first name, but your last escapes me.
I remember the feeling of your skin as we jumped ahead to a degree.
The secret you told me, the talks on the couch.
Seeing you in class and thinking, "I am lucky, no doubt."
Watching you go, but begging you to stay.
Hearing your voice say, "We should go out separate ways."
So this poem is for you, to memorialize our past.
Because we knew it was not going to last.