You Remind Me Of You Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

You Remind Me Of You



The silver lining of the moon
Flows endlessly upon my being –
As I gaze all alone at the constellations
And think of them as:
Your hair, tied in knots
Your feet, dangling by the tall seats
Your face, veneered perfectly
Your hands of sallow incandescence
The moon reminds me of you
And so did the other things.
Even the buses remind me of you –
For when the weather is very dry and humid,
I offered to ride the bus for comfort
And you went, and anchored yourself
To my scrawny arm and I felt alive
And when I had to go home from chauffeuring
You to your home, I feel dead for I could only
Think about the life you breathe inside the bus.

Even the couches remind me of you.
In the lazy afternoon after school,
We ate lunch, and you ate me alive
As much as you have consumed all of my love,
And all of my dreams, and all of the hope left in me
As you have stolen my own being as we watched
Various movies as we sat comfortably
On your couch – your mom and dad’s couch
In the receiving area and you were there,
And I was there, and I existed so well
That I have forgotten that everyone dies alone.
And then, when it got really dim, and the
Moon was as naked as the horses at night,
I declared, “I am going home, I love you.”
And you told me you love me too, but something
In me was so broken that I have forgotten about life
And only thought about death.

Even the university premises remind me of you.
Every day, when I pass by blurry faces,
I was as carefree as a dove of claim.
I am reminded of how I followed your steps as you
Jauntily conversed with your friends and I was there,
Not paying close attention to any of their voices –
I only memorized your laugh and how it was monotonous
And how your two teeth protruded like that of a rabbit,
And I swore to myself that if you ever turned to a rabbit
I will still love you as a mad man is supposed to love
A calm, poignant woman such as yourself.
And when your friends left, you diverted your world
Onto me, and I felt like a king in my very shabby empire.
And when we crossed the street, away from the ruckus and restlessness,
You once again anchored your hand on my right arm
And something in me was so broken as we reached the far end
Of the street. And when you were silent beside me,
I felt like a king without a crown.

I could go on with lists of what reminds me of you,
But most certainly, I remind myself of you
As these threading reminiscences would claim
What I have left – I have nothing to give,
And all this will be irredeemable and you will never
Materialize into something I have once knew
But one thing is for sure – you remind me of you.

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