have we played in the mud before
You are lovely. Do you miss me? I look at you through mirrors that feel like glass. It’s been so many years and yet the cut of your nose has remained the same. You haven’t broken it once. You’re a whole foot taller and not a pound heavier. I thought I could do that too.
Do you miss me? I love you. I told you that once and you laughed. Are you happy? She isn’t very pretty. She isn’t of much use. I never took calculus but I know I’m smarter. Don’t you ever think of me?
I know you write your Ps from the bottom up. I don’t know anyone else who does them that way. You used to run, and you used to run fast. You don’t do it anymore. Could you? I’m sure, I know you could because I know you can do anything. Are you lonely? Is your mother really dead? I liked her, I thought she might greet me at the door with a warm golden “welcome”.
Have you been welcomed before? I thought we’d meet at the park, to see your dog and play in the mud. Maybe we did, but I just can’t remember, I can’t. I’ve seen your dog in the window. He smiles at me, he knows I’m a dog too.