Perhaps if I crop my hair short,
Call you that nickname,
And bring you to those places.
Perhaps if I imitate the way she pronounces certain words,
Or the way she laughs,
Memorize the inside jokes that you used to share.
Perhaps if I time my moans and sighs just right,
Bend over forwards, backwards, sideways,
If I never said ‘no’ or ‘not tonight’.
Perhaps when you turn off the lights,
Had too much to drink,
Your eyes played tricks on you.
Perhaps if I reminded you more of her,
You would love me instead.