I saw your name on a paper, folded through the middle

Had to do a double-take and squint my eyes a liitle

To realize it was all in my head

The page that bore your name instead

Displayed the name of a car dealership in south bay

So I disregarded it, decided against throwing it away.

There it laid, on the fire escape down the hall

I thought it wouldn’t affect me at all

That is, till I went back the day after.

I had to hide the look of suprise behind my laughter

For there it was, ad still in tact

With your full name staring back.

It left probably as quick as it came

But the effect was cemented in my mood all the same

South Bay Toyota, it made my heart drop hard

Snuck up from behind while I dropped my guard.

I never knew junk mail could substitute an ink blot

Attacking me from inside with such an onslaught

Enough to let me know that your name still resides inside

Flashing behind my eyelids, covered by thick layers of pride.

Neon letters lighting up in-sync with my pulse

Showing that all my talk of indifference was false.

I tried to see your name one last time today

Hoping the print was more permanent than we ever were

But all I saw was us

When I looked down at the wet, torn paper