Monday, May 17, 2010

You open the door for me and we turn around the corner and there he is- giving me that look of a friend from long ago. But you don't know him, you don't know about ice skating and kissing and broken contact lenses and dropping out of school. He is buying a bouquet saying "It's a Boy!" and he is telling me about his job at the bank, and I realize exactly how far away my worlds used to be, before that world- the world with him- fell away and you replaced it instead. And just moments before we were joking about keying his car, and now he and I are discussing banks and I keep glancing at the bouquet like it might explain to me who it's going to, and why. Those two worlds eclipsed for a brief moment, and turning to you, I leave the brush with the past behind.

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