Teenage Runaway

You say you’d hate it if we become strangers,
so I’ll put this down as a note for as long as our memories still linger.

I remember everything about us, from our first date
while I was peeling shrimp and got the shells all over my plate,
to when you walked me home until we reached my gate.
I remember how you made fun of me because I was always late,
and how I joked about terminal cancer and the stuff that you hate.
I can still recall the pet peeves that annoy you my dear,
like rubbing my eyes, or just placing my fingers near;
the sound, of scrubbing a sheet of paper, that you hear,
and when you see me not holding my cup by its ear.

Funny how I can remember many things but it is still true
that I forget everything else when I am with you –
everyone else becomes out of mind and out of view.
There is absolutely no name to how I feel
but I know we were happy, and it was real.

When I take a trip down Memory Lane,
it kills me every time and it drives me insane.
All these little things show me how easy it is to be given all up,
and make me wonder why love is never enough.

If life was a movie, we could have been a teenage-runaway,
elope to Alaska, Poland, Hawaii, or to Buzzards Bay,
but you are someone I regret setting loose on a runway
on a plane back to a place that is half a globe away.
There are unsaid things that I wish to turn back time to say,
like how you are neither my shelter nor my getaway,
because you are so much more than these, tu eres mi rey.