you'll call me
again...
something on tv
or in the paper
or on the radio 
will remind you
of me...
and all of a sudden
you'll be remembering
that magical
night
when everything happened
like a fairy tale...
you'll be listening to
OMEN
and remember my facial
expressions
as I heard it the first time...
you'll see a preview
for a movie
and remember 
holding my hand...
you'll listen
to bolero
and be unable to
escape
the rightness
of what we 
were...
(are... and always will be)
and I'll be sitting
here
trying not 
to be reminded
of how much
i don't love you
(even though I do...)