To Jenna

. . . . Sitting in class on Tuesdays,
. . . . I realize that I'm thinking...
. . . . of you...
. . . . . . . . I remembered that time
. . . . . . . . when you fired a bottle of
. . . . . . . . Dasani's water at my eye --
. . . . . . . . . . . . I laughed aloud, and everyone
. . . . . . . . . . . . in class stared at me.
. . . . Talking at lunch of Wednesdays,
. . . . I realize, again, that I'm thinking...
. . . . of you...
. . . . . . . . We joked about close calls --
. . . . . . . . So I brought up that time
. . . . . . . . when a cop kicked us
. . . . . . . . off the beach for
. . . . . . . . "looking at stars."�
. . . . . . . . . . . . I tried to explain how hilarious it was,
. . . . . . . . . . . . but I guess they had to be there.
. . . . Exercising at the gym on Thursdays,
. . . . I realize, painfully, that I'm thinking...
. . . . of you...
. . . . . . . . While pedaling my heart to an early grave,
. . . . . . . . I thought of that time
. . . . . . . . when we were stuck outside
. . . . . . . . in a storm,
. . . . . . . . so we sought refuge near some art.
. . . . . . . . I smiled, kind of conspicuously,
. . . . . . . . . . . . and the girl next to me gazed over
. . . . . . . . . . . . as if I caught the HIV.
. . . . Riding the bus home on Fridays,
. . . . I realize how much I missed you...
. . . . . . . . I remembered how much
. . . . . . . . I love your smile...
. . . . . . . . How much
. . . . . . . . I love your eyes...
. . . . . . . . How much
. . . . . . . . I love you...
. . . . . . . . So I fell asleep, dreaming of you,
. . . . . . . . Until the bus came to a full and complete stop
. . . . . . . . . . . . This time nobody stared at me.
. . . . Hanging out with you on Saturdays,
. . . . I think of how good you make me feel...
. . . . . . . . . . . . And sometimes when you are
. . . . . . . . . . . . staring at me, your beauty
. . . . . . . . . . . . catches me by surprise,
. . . . . . . . . . . . and a tear escapes my eye...
. . . . Laying on a bed next to you on Sundays,
. . . . I sometimes lie awake thinking about
. . . . the future...
. . . . . . . . And I lie there,
. . . . . . . . wondering
. . . . . . . . if life can get any better than this...
. . . . . . . . and when I realize that it cannot,
. . . . . . . . I just stare blissfully at the ceiling ---
. . . . . . . . hold you a bit tighter ---
. . . . . . . . and fall back asleep next to the woman I love...
. . . . So now, on this Monday,
. . . . here I am, writing, remembering
. . . . how much I love you...
. . . . . . . . So,
. . . . . . . . I stop staring at this page,
. . . . . . . . in hopes of creating more of
. . . . . . . . the best memories that I will ever have --
. . . . . . . . . . . . and for once, everyone will stare with jealousy ---
. . . . . . . . . . . . at the love I have for you.