From December, 2017

Once Upon a First Time

1:20 am and I’m thinking faster than sleep can catch up. Dreams can’t take me as I’m absorbed in memory. Remember when we biked around Maastricht, and you showed me your childhood home? Your primary school across the street. One bike was all we needed. Our two backpacks, and an autumn breeze behind us. Always familiar with something new. Like Luxembourg. Remember when I saw you singing on stage? It was dark, and I was alone. You colored your words and painted pictures from only six strings. I sped down the highway at midnight in the back of a cab…