i told myself i wasn't going to cry. and i lied.

the last time i remember this day at all was when we lived at 90
and by we, i mean the three of us
you came over to the house and i handed you the box
i think you knew it was a dress shirt
i can't remember if we got you a tie too
but you opened the card and then after a couple seconds asked,
"who wrote this?"
and i told you that i did
you didn't believe me so you asked my mom
and after she told you the same thing that i did, you said,
"your printing is awful"

and i know it is
i bet you didn't think that i remembered that, did you?

today's not going to be the best day
it's not going to be easy ever again
that third sunday in june
i'm already crying
the worst part is not knowing that i don't get to say it
it's that i have to think about not being able to say it

i loved you
and your printing wasn't that nice either