It’s been so long since I last saw you,
a kid born then
is probably wearing braces.

The awkward silence between us
can drive now, I think,
at least during the day.

Our breakup can vote next Thursday
and the anniversary of our first meeting
was able to drink
in September.

The First Kiss has a twentieth birthday, too.
Do you remember it?
Or do all of our dates
now mean nothing?