When you have forgotten the anthem
Forgotten to choose me
When you have forgotten the sacred ritual of smoke
While maxing out your subs in an old car
When you have pledged your allegiance to another
Forgotten Saturday morning walks
Sunday afternoons in bed as the world outside my window spun without us
When you have forgotten the movies
How our hands were magnets in a dark theater
The choreography of you eating the rest of the food
Off my plate
Clumsy Kwanzaas as we conjured home
Or something like it
When you have forgotten
California
Florida
Tennessee
Me playing my favorite songs on repeat
And cussing you out for playing trap music before noon
When you have forgotten the things worth keeping
Then you may tell
Then I may believe
You have forgotten me well