Thinking of you,
watering the dirt
where your venus flytrap once grew.

Thinking of you,
pushing aside the heat
hair builds upon your forehead.

Thinking of you,
kneesocked
and saying your goodbyes.

Thinking of you,
with the little mug
refilled.

Thinking of you,
planting eyeglasses
at the riverbank.

Thinking of you,
on a bicycle
amid all those impractical shoes.

Thinking of you,
snipping the dreadlock
from the back of your head.

Thinking of you,
scooping the last curls of tea
from the tin.

Thinking of you,
moving straight-backed
down your street.

Thinking of you,
finally dismissing
the parentheses—