Do you remember how we left it? Did I wave to you at the foot of the door? God I hope not. But I don’t remember the details. They linger less with age. That’s why I like to write it all down. Otherwise it fades into a dream too easily. Do you think we got the timing wrong? I’m not sure I believe in that anyways. I went for a run last night. But I kept seeing your name everywhere. Is that because we see what we want to see? That big hill adjacent to my parents’ house. Makes for a quick flight to the edge of the intersection. That easy beginning is so misleading don’t you think? It’s mostly uphill once you make it past the gas station. The stretch when I really start to feel my heart in my chest. Every part of me vibrating. My fingertips. The edges of my ears and the balls of my feet. My ear buds kept slipping from the sweat. I wrapped them around my fingers to keep going. The noises from the street felt better to me anyways. The sound my sneakers made against the sandy cement. The click of the lights in crosswalk. The white water against the rocks. It almost felt like a song. I tried to sprint the last bit home but it wasn’t as easy as I remember. Is that because we’re older now? Maybe it was all of that time in the sun. Or maybe there’s just more weighing us down. You look older to me too.
