This was the day that I fell in love with you.
I wasn’t aware of it yet.
But that was the day, we started.
We were friends, hung out with others,
Until then, it wasn’t remarkable.
Then six years ago today I went to the eye doctor.
He put drops in my eyes and I couldn’t drive.
So I went back to school.
You were working late.
And I stopped into your room.
We talked for hours.
And when we left, we were different.
Like the first time you tasted chocolate,
Or saw the Grand Canyon.
Or the first time you fell in love.
We didn’t know it then, but we were.
I wrote you a poem that night,
The first of many,
Six years ago, I fell in love with you.
One year ago we ended.
Today is the first time since we met
That you are not the most important person in the world to me,
On this day.
Next year, I probably won’t remember November 16th
With as much sorrow.
I will have covered up the pain,
With false veneers
And falser words.
But this year, I’ll remember,
A poem I wrote a long time ago
Which spoke of threads,