I remember meeting the exhale of our breath
i remember connecting with you the first time
we met like in a dream or a clip out of a film:
boy meets girl in passing by asking her
to take a flyer and he brushes by her hand
while she stands Glancing at him and
Staring at the paper because she knows
this is deeper than just meeting,
that meeting is just deeper in meaning
and everything that happens in the next scenes
prove it to be true because you made meeting mean something…
i remember dunkin donuts and dunkachinos,
how vanilla chai was the best drink ever
i remember how even in our silence our conversations lasted forever
and the way you looked at me would arouse a smile and nervous laughter
i remember what it was like when we could not have each other,
when we would wait for city buses in the summer after class and
you teased me, going in for a kiss…
and pulling away so i would know the feeling
of anticipation more intimately.
i remember realizing the pause before the kiss was
deeper between us than touching lips.
my mind remembers Metro North train rides
where we inscribed poetry like graffiti all over the windows
just by conversation and the language was so heavy
reaching our destination was always a wait for the return home
when we could meet again,
write poems in the exhale of our breath and sign our names in the air.
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