You remember my little brother’s name
Even though
You have never met him
I never took you home to mom and dad
Because I wasn’t sure where I wanted to stand
With you
What is vivid in my memory
Is the way you couldn’t take your eyes off of me
And how your mouth felt warm
When I kissed you
Standing with one foot outside of your kitchen door
And sometimes I wonder
If I’ll learn to settle for someone that will just be
Good to me
In simple ways
Like offering to go to church on Sundays
When they really don’t want to
Or
Carrying my bags, even though they know
I could handle them just fine myself
You tell me you are still
Coming out to eat at that diner in my little town
Even after
We stopped going
Together
And it’s nice to know that a memory
That included me
Is worth repeating
To somebody
