You of all people

As I sit here in my upstate NY apartment,
that smells of ladies perfume and toiletries,
with the fragments of memories from a far-off land,
I wonder if 3685 miles away,
in that city,
in that apartment,
that smells of guys and maybe a cat and legalized marijuana,
If you ever look at memories right in front of your eyes,
In all those pieces of furniture,
those books I entrusted you with,
those little fragments of everything, right there.
I wonder if you ever think of me,
Not just as a continent- a nation- a race- an ethnicity,
you marked off your "Been with" list,
But, as a girl, who laughed at your goat stories,
The girl you asked into telling you what she really wanted to become,
The girl you asked if she would stay or leave,
The girl you went to movies and dinners with,
The girl maybe possibly you cared about,
The girl on the other end of the world,
Who wishes that you of all people, would be hers,
Not because you two have anything in common,
But, because you made happiness possible despite being opposites.