On forgetting

I will think of you ten years after on a cold day like this
I would've woken up earlier than usual but there is no usual
except the usual of cold eggs with mustard
followed by a vodka mouthwash
that leaves my lips with lines
and lines of words that will never
be heard by pen and paper

I will think of you when I buy coffee and oranges
and when my stomach turns because
you once said that oranges are the worst fruit
since they're acidic
and now so is my stomach

I will think of you when I rush to the nearest bathroom
at around 9.20 in the morning
and when I rinse my mouth with water
and look up to see a gentleman
coming out of the cubicle behind me

I will think of you when I trip on the third step
of the peach building where I will work
I usually slave away in front of the computer
But not this time I wouldn't have to

I will think of you when I pack all three years worth
of papers and whatnots
I will think of you when the guy I've been flirting with for a year
gives me a goodbye kiss (and herpes) on the cheek
and when he pats my bum
which is the period to the sentence that he couldn't say
because he's just like you

I will think of you when I walk out of the building
and when I cross the street
and leave my box filled with papers and whatnots
beside a rusty garbage bin

I will think of you when I get home
and sleep for more than ten hours because
I no longer have work at 9 am

And yes, I will think of you
when I sleep a bit longer than usual
and fail to wake up