hand in hand, we walked down toward city lights.
17th and Mars – how did we get here?
it was only minutes ago we were somewhere familiar.
the glow of moonlight and tungsten
we wore flowers in our hair.
pale pink with vivid edges for her.
a black stick with new red leaves for me.
memory triggers
a bicycle on the wall
train tracks
shapes of shadows
texture of walls
I squeeze her hand and start to say, “remember when…”
but the stories are of another continent
another time
another friend at my side.
it overlaps more than we think.
come with me, I’ll try to show you
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