About You

By Jude Casimir

 

Today, I tried to take a picture of you

so that I could remember you

and how you made me feel happy and cool

and important and just better about myself

with the little things you’d say to me and

just how you talked to me

 

And it’s people like you who make me think in

sappy love-song cliches, who make me want to skip around

like a little girl who hasn’t quite experienced

the harshness of this world just yet

And, yes, it’s people like you who make me believe

that maybe the world isn’t such a harsh place after all

 

And you’re beautiful in the way you sarcasm the shit out of everything,

in the way you can sound so intelligent one second,

and then be completely idiotic the next,

in the way you walk, your shoulders thrown back like you refuse to let people take you down

in the way you carry yourself, you could own the world, you really could

and you’re beautiful in the way you do the things that make you perfectly you

 

So I tried to take a picture of you

so that I could remember you,

so that I could capture you without actually capturing you

but I couldn’t get the camera to focus in on you well enough

See, my hands were too shaky, my brain too scattered,

and I decided to do what I do best:

write

and I wrote about you instead