Him:
Will you remember my name?
And feel in your heart a nostalgic shame
when years have passed
and our connection remained,
rigid and frail,
erased from the map of existence
out of the holy grail.
But you’ve always known it
haven’t you?
You must have felt something in your gut.
We should’ve been buried beneath
six feet deep
but with determined hands poking
out of the dirt,
I had to wonder if maybe
this is how star-crossed
works.
Will you speak of me?
Will a hurt pass in your eyes?
A recognition of both foolishness
and boldness
for constantly flipping in and flipping out
of a union we once thought sacred,
will you punish me such that
a similar sound to my name
won’t slow you to a halt.

Her:
I don’t remember you,
nor the sound of your laughter
you claim that I once loved,
and don’t dare ask me to spell your name-
you can’t resurrect a wilting bud.
But I don’t blame you for trying,
I see it in your eyes
a hopeless romantic
just like how I once was.
And we aren’t star-crossed, trust me,
that’s not how it works,
and I don’t feel any hurt nor recognition,
I don’t recall any of the sort.
But perhaps you explain this
empty space in my heart,
perhaps it was you-
this recurring warmth
that I every so often feel
in the center of my palm.
And if indeed I erased you,
since not a trace of you is left,
perhaps it was for the best,
perhaps it was something that I couldn’t take.
I didn’t slow to a halt
when you came to me to be known,
but best believe that when you turned to leave
I stared at your back for God knows how long.

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Based on the movie 𝘌𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 (2004) Dir. Michel Gondry