I'm awake alone
(comme toujours)
and I miss you,
you dumb idiot,
who said you wanted to write
and keep in touch
but didn't.

I could've told you about the cat
vanquishing the
cheese-eating surrender monkey
that is my dog,
or how Bollywood films
as a genre
are now my favorite thing
(il n'y a pas
du douleur
a la pensee
de regarder ces films
avec toi)
and now I know how to say
"father" and "mother" in Hindi
in addition to the Spanish I've been learning.

When I return to school,
and have things to occupy my time
that do not also bore me,
I will forget.
To remember invites regret,
and when I return to my hermit ways
you will be
but a dandelion.
lost in the wind.