(the i don’t know poem)

i don’t know when it happened,

i don’t know what day it was,

i cannot tell which dumb joke you made 

that i found so funny it made me love you,

or what day it was that you said hello 

and i fell head over heels, 

or who it was that you were laughing with

but i remember fire was burning under my skin, 

or what time it was when i said your name 

and i realized how good it sounded in my mouth, 

how soft and sweet each letter was, 

maybe thats when it hit me 

that i will never get tired of saying it,

its like i was made to say it. 

 

i don’t know when it happened,

i don’t know what day it was,

 

maybe it began when i started 

staying up late talking to you,

when i stopped paying attention to life

because i was busy thinking of you,

maybe it was on that very first day in May

maybe this is an at first sight story,

it might’ve been in June

when i told everyone about you, even the moon

could it be in July?

when we found out that our stars collide,

maybe it was in August, 

when we drifted apart

maybe early in October 

when i started dropping hints

you joked about me being yours 

and i wished it was true.

 

i don’t know when it happened,

i don’t know what day it was,

 

maybe it happens all the time,

when you call my name,

when you make me laugh.

when you say you love me

without laughing it off.

maybe it happened right now,

when i decided to write about me

but the page is filled with you.