Today we were supposed to start with a person we used to know, then a job we used to do, then art that has stuck with us, then close with an unanswerable question. I couldn't tie that all together without writing a novel, so I just have the beginning and the end. Tuesday night was date night
As I remember But memory is a queer thing. Why would I remember that? Why would a four year old Know a Tuesday From any other day? Why would I remember that But not have a single Distinct memory Of what we did - You, me, Stephanie, and Bonnie- Every week At your house or mine? I don't remember what games we played But I know I enjoyed those times. And I remember you. And I know you remember me. At least you did Because you found me Years later. Called me out of the blue Me now in Michigan, You in Florida. Your life was hard For one so young But your beautiful soul Was resilient. We talked for hours. That was twenty-two years ago. Why did you never call back? Why did I not get your number? Are you out there somewhere? Who did you grow up to be?
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