Years have past since we crossed paths, let alone crossed palms. I walked into a cloud of your memory the other day. In a stair well. Someone left your scent in their wake. I flashed into your bare neck in the summer your fur collar in the winter.
I saw your reflection in the dresser mirror. While I waited. The knowing look back I loved most. It was the calm before the storm. Before the bar. Before the club. Before the dancing. Before the kissing. Before the afters. Before the comedown. Before the heartbreak.