Throwing Your French Fries

Do you remember?

When we first met, locked eyes across the table?

Kept throwing your French fries

Between the host and

The candlestick goal posts, went

To score, came back and pulled me out that place

The cab was waiting, take us dancing

I hope that your memories

Come close to reality

I know that there's not really

Such a thing

Although it's all sensory

My preference is you and me

Live in similarity, reoccurring

Why am I so obsessed with our experience being the same?

Like it didn't happen if it didn't happen my way

Why is it a joke to you?

You think everything's a game

And maybe it is but let's be together when we play

Do you remember?

When we first met, felt like a reconnection?

As if we had past lives

And our affection

Being compiled, I mention

This to you, eyes glaze over, leave me lonely with my stupid predilections

Why am I so obsessed with our experience being the same?

Like it didn't happen if it didn't happen my way

Why is it a joke to you?

You think everything's a game

And maybe it is but let's be together when we play

I want to believe

You feel

Just what I feel

Not impossibility

It's real