Forgot your birthday around noon and spent the workday sipping stress-free teas, aroused by little thoughts. I had a date that'd bore me senseless in just 6 hours' time.
Setting tables in my mind. The birthday cake I never got you. But I gave you Fruity Pasta, kissed your eyelids, carved our lives into these white, chipped, glaring door frames, like a tree trunk's You & Me.
Got two tattoos when I was single. Needed something on my skin that said I'm Me, I'm worth a second look, but no one stared as long as you.