I've grown a beard to show that time has passed.
I've donned my glasses and bought a new sport coat.
I fill the gaps of conversation with tales of business and pleasure.
I exaggerate my meager trials into legends of surmounted tribulation.
I laugh.
I sigh.
I flirt.
I curse.
I live.
I walk through afternoon showers and reflect on the days of old.
The rain seeps through the polyester and sticks to my skin.
It's cold.
I saw your name on a message board.
There I sat with the foggy memory of you
and, for a moment, that's all there was to do.
