For Andrew.

I need to write it down
because I'm afraid
I'll forget

white cotton sweater crumbled in my palms
warm laundry smell wrapped around my arms

I hop my steps to look at you
under the sunlight with my hands in your pocket
the world can be silent

or let it be noisy, chaotic, and disastrous
on the new york street people pass
one by one, time after time
I hold you closer

and I write it down many times
because I'm afraid
you'll forget