Weeks of study together:
writing, creating, laughing, in our cafe. 

That last night, you walked me home,
I pulled you by the collar.
Lips strived something --
foreign.
That’s when I became enveloped in your arms.

Then my fingers gripped the sheets,
breaths quickened,
when our bodies became one.

I will never forget you.
The picture show plays in my mind
as I enter the cafe we met years ago.

Standing in queue, my mind wanderers once more.
Return ticket in hand, my papers expired. 
Bags packed, I sat with you craving comfort.
You told me you...