Do you remember that day last winter?
You were wearing that sweater, the one I always talked about.
I asked you to dinner and you never answered.
I spent all summer wondering what I did wrong.

Red wine and T-Rex and photographs of your friends,
snapshots of you smiling, standing next to Spanish cliffs.
I had on my black dress, the one I never wear enough.
Cold air and no blankets so you turned on the furnace.

And if you showed up I d surely jump, surprised at the sight of you.
You who promised never to return to anything that you once knew.
Has it really been so long?

I m still waiting for you to say...

that you remember that day last winter.
You were wearing that sweater, the one I always talked about and
I asked you to dinner and you never answered.
You spent all summer wondering why you never called.