Havely

We were in your apartment

On Calvert Street

Third floor.

I do remember your brown eyes

And your smile.

What I don’t remember

And you tell me now

Is when we were there...

You had a shitty conversation with your father

And you were bummed.

I suggested that we throw plates

Out of your window.

And we did!

That does seem typical of me.

Especially then.

But you tell me twenty years later

That it was therapeutic.

And I wonder how?

I was probably just an imbecile

Or high.

At the very least

Just crazy.

I never understood why you would

Want to hang around with

Someone like me anyway.

And yet I am told

That we threw dishes

Out of your

Third floor apartment window

Because of me

And it was

Therapeutic.

Crayzee...

But I know that this must be true.

You tell me so.

And there is something

Fulfilling

About knowing

My past

Which I easily forget...

We

Both speak

Of impending

Alzheimers...

And

Friend

I’ve got you beat.

For it took a photo

Of you

To bring you back to memory.

And even then

I don’t recall

Such

A fantastic time

As throwing dishes

Out of your third story apartment window.

God damn!