everyone I meet has
some variation of your
name wound in with
their own, their initials
match up, sometimes I
see you in the bookstore
and barely begin to stand
before I realize you don't
even wear those glasses
anymore, your hair
isn't even brown, you
are probably taller
your skin is probably
different, your fingers
have probably
touched
others.

i thought to myself
about how cold my
fingers were and I
tried to think of at
least one person
that I wouldn't
mind holding
hands with
and it's still
you, it's still
you ******.

are there
songs that
remind you so much of me that they will never be the
same

Maybe you don't count the days
because you are in a hurry to escape
me, and for a while I was too, but I
wasn't afraid to look behind me
because my feet still moved
forward.
But it's been 126 days
and my name is
still the same.