one june
one : eleven a.m.

the phone rang. and it was the last person i expected.

"hi." it sounded the way it has always sounded. always. "i'm outside your house."

and we walked. swinging at my elementary school, laying in the mulch. and he talked just like he used to. and i remembered so much. and it took all i had.

my hands are still shaking. there is still dirt under my fingernails.




listen : silence