What do I remember most?
The library and the pub.
You talking about her.
A knife for every word.

Explaining yourself.
Exposing nothing.
Allowing me to fall and crumble at your feet.
Leaving.
Coming back.
Leaving again.
Driving you to another city.
Sushi.
Smoking.
Coffee.
Whisky.
Blackjack.
Your stupid humor.
That big puffy coat you looked ridiculous in.
Navy plastic slippers.
The most uncomfortable futon I've placed my ass on. Ever.

That was then.
Then is gone.
And that was barely anything at all.
Very well I could have imagined the whole thing.
And I'm sure none of this really happened.
It was a glance in passing.
Then you went away.