aquel abrazo en el mar

I arrive late. The sun is just setting behind the trees and buildings. I look at my watch, it smiles back at me. I look at the street as I enter the building. I catch a glimpse of you, and slow motion inside. You walking down my street. Alone. I put water on to warm for tea. My thoughts race to the corner of my mind where I left you 19 months before. The plants need to be watered. I thought I had forgotten about you. I check the messages and sort through the mail.
I fall into the memories of you.
Do you remember the night it was 95 degrees and we went the café and ate muffins and drank hot chocolate? Do you still remember the night we watched all the movies of that trilogy?
Steam billows from the water. I shake the reflection from my moist eyes. Do I want peppermint or chamomile? I tuck the brainwork away again, back to the recesses of my consciousness. So much life has passed since you. I am a different person. But we had fun. It was good.