I saw you last night.
Not the latest. Not the one before. Not even the first.
No. I saw you. 🐝
She tells me you're doing better. That your head's in a better place.
I hope she's right.
You wore white, if I remember. A white, sleeveless shirt and jeans. Your hair was back in a ponytail, like it always used to be.
You greeted me like an old lover, like you still loved me. I twirled you in my arms easily.
Just as it used to be.
And we talked. Or, maybe... I talked. Maybe I just needed you to listen.
You didn't apologize, but maybe that's because I want to hear it from you. The real you.
I don't remember much else, but I'm glad you came and talked to me.
I wonder if you will out here, too?