ghost with green eyes
baby blue pajama bottoms. they had some print splayed over them: pandas. or maybe umbrellas. did i invent this memory? no, it is too vivid, coupled with the feeling of damp grass under our feet, and moonbeams shooting through the trees. i don't recall the smallest bit of conversation. maybe you didn't speak, instead only grinning at some private thought, probably having nothing to do with me, worlds away from the present moment. maybe we attempted small talk, like most times in the past few years, the years i can remember. or maybe it was a deeply personal moment for us, sharing with one another secrets we didn't know we were keeping. i can't remember. all i can remind myself of, time and time again, is those baby blue pajama bottoms, green eyes and hair ties.