The Ushanka

I wrote this in school a while back (pre-Dec. 2008). It took me so long to put it up because I needed to find the word for those hats (ushankas, I guess they are).

When they say, "Out of
Sight, out of mind,"
I guess it's sort of true.

I haven't thought of you in
so long.

I met a guy (a friend of
a friend, you know?) that
shared your name and yet it took me
three days (that's a lie) to really
realize it.

A while ago, maybe just
a couple of days
back or so,
on my way to Civics, I passed
Broken Records.
Remember that store? It's funny
how many CD's of unheard bands
we pooled money to get and yet
I haven't heard any of those songs in
over six months. Crazy,
I know.

Last night I found that
hat you got me,
the Russian ushanka that had
fuzzy flaps for over ears. It was just
too big for me, no matter what.

                        I pulled it on and it still didn't fit.
                        I pulled it on and barely thought of you.

It feels like a lifetime -
(I know, I exaggerate)
nay, a thousand full lives.

I've never wanted to remember so bad that it hurts.

I've never wanted to remember
                          until now.