my good good friends
do you two remember?
god, that was a great night.
it must have been december, or maybe january, but it was a beautiful night. we talked about growth, and understanding, and we were together and whole. together.
that first time, it was sweeter, and more painful. the second time, it was brilliant, and sad.
and when we sighed the first time, great plumes of steam escaped into the cold air. and when we sighed the last time, the plumes were of smoke, and the daylight air was warm.