It never ceases to amaze me
that the first time I saw you
was the fourth time you saw me.
You…
"You are so beautiful to me,"
you tell me every now and then
but you,
you’re beautiful to everyone
all the time
and the first time I spied you across the room
I didn’t quite gasp
but I did notice the universe take a turn for the better.

So how is it possible
that I might have been in your presence
and not even realized it?
Is it conceivable
you can hide your light
with sunglasses or puffy hats
or too many drugs snuffing the sparkle in your laugh?
How could I not SEE you
when you so naturally steal the center?

And more importantly
how did you see me three whole times
before I opened my eyes to reciprocate?
What was I doing that insured such total recall?
Oh.
Drinking.
Sweating.
Passing out at your feet.
That sounds about right.

Any way
you could maybe spend some time
forgetting those early meets?