remember

he wanted to know if I had five minutes. I descended my stairwell.

he was dressed for a wedding, I was marinating in my sweaty gym clothes. he was carefully groomed and looked like an adult, my hair was shooting out of the side of my head in pigtails.

"it's been forever."

"it's been two years."

his past and present.
my present and future.

"so many memories. do you remember when we sat out here and laughed at the bunny running around?"

"yes," I lied.

"I'll be in touch," he lied.

I still smell him.