tryst

"So here I am in a stolen car at a traffic light......."

I can't even think of the best kiss I've ever had....

I can't remember what it feels like be choked without hands...

or how it felt to slide 8 feet out of his room, victorious and broken, with a pack of Jolly Ranchers clutched in my hand...

I can't recall whether I came that night on the dock by your parents house or not...but I know we finished the wine...and knocked a glass into the lake...

I can't remember exactly which whisper of his made me drop the sticker I was fidgeting with in chicago...but I remember dropping it was like dropping a bomb. And now I can't remember why his whispering ever moved me....

I can't remember why I decided to slide down the railing at your apartment...but the pain is still in my ankle...

I don't remember much about being on top of that building...but I remember climbing it.

I can't remember why I try.
Or where they go.
Or when to stop.