your name popped up out of nowhere-
whole and correctly spelled-
a revenant from my high school days
sophomore or junior year perhaps.
we were in either a math or science class together
i'm not too sure
but we all sat in the back-
you (the only girl), me, richard, and
some other guy whose name i can't recall.
good times.
perhaps it wasn't your choice
to be surrounded by 3 guys
in the back of the class
but you played it well
and gave us an honesty
and i daresay sophistication
that we were sorely lacking.
you made the period something
to pause at.
it intrigued me-
to hold a stance,
to hone a style,
to have eyes
that chose where to look, and why-
that was rare.
i googled your name
(you don't understand how rare
it is for me to recall
anything whole)
and reconstructed a narrative from
fragments on pinterest-
stints in korea to finish up
high school,
then alabama, and finally
married in atlanta.
i hope you are happy,
me, i'm doing alright.
we didn't mean much to each other back then-
and we certainly don't now.
i've no illusions of that.
but somehow being stuck with
strangers four hours a week
always on the way to some place,
some time else-
it was nice.
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