Dear ,

did you believe

we’d get here

all those years

i remember us as kids;

heading home from school

(that’s the first time we kissed)

it’s seared into my lips

like a memory

a memory

of younger days

and it burns

like a bad knee in the rain

rainy days

bring these memories flooding back

& here

here today

i wonder what you are up to

we should grab a bite

sometime

love,

sam