So what do I do with these gifs and memes I’ve saved for you? They’re filling up my phone, and although you’ve never seen them, I’m sure each one is perfect. You’d see the notification and smile that smile saved for lovers and small glowing screens. Maybe someday I’ll get to show you.
“So, what’s up with all the memes in your photos?” “Oh, I guess I’ve been saving those. You know, I just kind of never stopped keeping the ones that reminded me of you.”
You’d walk across the room and put your hands just under my chin, pulling our eyes together. “You’re such a dork.” We’d spend the rest of the afternoon turning black and white photos color again.
“Hey, are you hungry? I’m thinking we should order from that one Thai place.” “I don’t know, it’s kind of far.” “You know it’s worth it.”
I’ll agree like always, and you’ll put in the order. The breeze blows in from the window, and the sheer drapes rustle back and forth. The sun’s rays flicker ever so slightly. Your cats, once our kittens, jump up on the bed and forgive me for everything one head-butt at a time.
“Hey man, what the hell are you doing? We gotta get this done or the boss is going to be pissed.” “What? oh yeah, my bad. Let’s roll.”
The Works of Peter C. Knochel 