In secluded thought you are standing
on a bridge wearing faded jeans.
A jacket of hunter green hangs loosely over
a sweat shirt that reads “Universität Ludwig”.
A paper bag is in your hand and
your eyes are glazed over,
going to or coming from a trip.
You don’t bother with explanations.
Your memory stacks in layers like bone and skin.
Words drip like raindrops between
our open mouth kisses.
I keep the memories, nothing is left behind,
they stream through my mind
dripping from my eyes.