I sometimes think about how he
breaks open apples with his hands
or how she
smiles when she talks about the quirks
of her friends
or the way he sleeps with
the covers pulled over his head
how she papers her walls in pictures and never
curses in english
how he dresses in layers and always
tells the best jokes that never end
or the way she gets unreasonably excited about
that bagel shop back home
but when I think of you
I can never pick one thing
to remember