What I Think About When I Think About You Is - Poem by Kathleen Pastrana
like the storm clouds that hovered in Davao Oriental,
or the fragmented road somewhere in Tigatto,
like the lingering ashes from the Km.11 fire,
or the color of the contact lenses I wore
on that beautiful Friday morning,
when I learned that you were born on the twenty-sixth.
There are so many things to think about,
when I find myself thinking about you.
But the most mundane details
leave the most lasting impression:
the sleek metallic bumper of your iPhone,
or the Columbia polo shirt you often wear.
If the time to be forgetful comes,
I’d never forget about you,
because thinking about gray brings me back to
the moments spent with you.
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