If you remembered me today, would it be because you found my dusty old picture
In the yearbook?
The one where my eyes are shut, and my hair is in that awful braid.
Or because the skin on your still cheek burns
Where I stroked it in passing, while we laughed away an awkward silence

If you hugged me with both arms
Would it be because you mean it?
Or because you promised you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself today,
And you can’t remember if this kind of hug
Was part of our friendship

When you laughed at me when I straightened my shirt
Was it because its funny that I’m fussy
and always untidy
or were you nervous, like me
because you saw the lace of my bra

When you whisper my name to the ceiling tonight
Lying on your bed, arms folded
Will it be because you saw it written in flowing black letters
At the bottom of that note I left you
Beneath that ugly yearbook picture

Or because when I pulled myself against you
And kissed you hard on the mouth,
With my warm hands around your neck
You accidentally remembered the note read
I have always loved you