My friend remembers the name
of a show I mentioned to her in passing
two weeks ago.
I told her I loved it
and she remembered
its name.

My brother texts me 
to ask if I’ve made any progress
with the cute guy who works
at the ice cream shop down the street.
I have not–he’s almost left my mind by now,
but my brother remembers.

Little moments
that become grand gestures.
Sentences turned into pages
just to say
“something about you is enough
to keep you in my mind.”

What a beautiful thing,
to be loved.
What a rarer one
to be known.