Circa 1996

Old wing of One U.

We were there for one of your propping trips, I think.

You took large steps; I had a hard time catching up.

Just as I did, you pulled my arm and we swerved into MPH.

I trailed behind you to the Lil Miss racks.

You picked one up and started flipping the pages.

And walked away to the cashier, leaving me standing with curious.

At the exit,

“Na, for you”

“What’s this?” I asked

“This is you. The sunflower”

“Oh, thanks”

We continued walking like a regular day.

In retrospect, it was simple beautiful.

We were strange friends but we are estrange now.