I remember you. 

This poem is about a man I met in New York.

Stranger than a pineapple, and he loves me like a lamb.

I know where you don’t live, because you are a traveling man.

The way the clouds look, remind me of your smile.

Your eyes are brown, like mine and the cow down the aisle.

I don’t mind late night shower beers or your skateboard.

My brain stores you in my memory; I know you are still here.

Don’t hate me because I am a girl, talk to me because you intrigue me still.

I think that will last as long as the Earth is round. I like the way you

look through your brow. I know you are here, not near. But I still

remember you exist.