I can’t remember
our last date
or much of the drive
back from State College.
Also known as “Happy Valley”
onceuponatime
waybackwhen
longlongago,
times sure…were.
The house we passed on 26,
and every time
from that day forth,
I notice the awning you pointed out
that reminds you
as it in turn reminds me
of the eucalyptus tree
and the lies that we once held:
koalas are not bears.
I also misunderstood
the visual acuity
and leaps in logic it would take
as I look past you.
Much like whatever we had,
you don’t elaborate
and it’s taken me this long
after this many drives
to realize
why it is
you didn’t tell me
why it is
you may have thought
I wasn’t important enough to understand.
I still don’t.
But that I understand.