You were a year older, a little wiser.
We were each other’s first.
A secret call on the landline, the only way to talk live then.
[bike ride & meeting]
The promises were total. They were true.
They were metaphysically impossible and physically unkeepable.
We threw our essences into them and never meant anything so much.
Hormones and pheromones and oxytocin and endorphins would never be higher.
Reality was our foil, but sometimes we were its master.
I visit the spot and speak in measured calm tones to the past.
As if you both can see me in glimmers and know me a friend.
It was all real. Never doubt that. It was all impossible.
The oaths will not hold but forever nap in memory.
You were excellent. She was excellent.
But you both will end up okay, and that is even better.
