Doux

(You)

I wish I could stop
writing to you.

I didn't think about you
at all today. I finished The Trial
by Kafka and called up
an old friend. We hadn't talked
for 8 months. I think we might
have fought the last time we
met, but I don't really remember.
I almost told her I was heartbroken
over you when she asked me
how I was.

Mother's fever got better. It's
starting to get colder, my fingertips
have started to numb and we
haven't taken the winter things
out yet. Father is home today,
he came in at 11 and told us
the story of when he had played
Shiraj-ud-daullah at the
neighborhood play. We have
all heard it before, but
we still keep trying.

I didn't think about you
at all today. Am I forgetting
too fast? But now, when
I think of stars and think of
you, I think only about how
beautiful you are. And I think
I can fall in love with you
all over again if I try.

It's like this one Sufjan song
that I keep listening to
all day and can never get enough
of. All the you's in the song
remind me of you.