It must have been October the last time that we spoke, And though I think about you, I decided that, It's safer where we left it, safer for us both, That stuff was a million years ago, When you got accepted I went loopy, hoping you'd be on my team When you got accepted I was totally ridiculous, We were the ones who always felt awkward, socially cornered, And I still feel the same, Still dreading the laughter, like what does it matter? It's not what I'm after anyway. I won't take a compliment, but I will ruminate for hours on a single mean remark, Collecting them like ornaments, the nasty things that people say that I save up to think about when it gets dark. When you got accepted I went loopy, hoping you'd be on my team When you got accepted I was right. Ten years later I'm so glad that it's over, But I can't help feeling like I did that October day.