retrouvailles.

i think about when

umpteen years

from now

we're both

analyzing

food labels

in a crowded aisle

or loitering 

the same 7-11

clutching coffee

and pistachios

at three am,

will we plan the

time to reminisce

over well calculated

glasses of red

or white--?

you'd be humming

billy joel as

you'd steal 

premeditated glances

to the heave and

curve of 

my chest.

i'd rattle off familiar names

and secondhand gossip,

wise to your disinterest,

heavy-lidded

and snaked charmed 

all the while 

thinking,

will i ever slither

into 

your mornings

again?