so. we made a grand entrance.
unspoken, my arm around yours.
perhaps this has something to do with some scenes in my recent read.
still, t'was kind of sweet.
you.
a second time.
though it was just another dream.
maybe i do miss you more than i knew?
yet, the lesser-than-a-month memory,
before you drifted abroad,
how was this to amount to anything?
still,
it probably did.
to me.
