We sat, you and I, on the dark brown bag racks tucked away at the side of the school yard. It was a wednesday afternoon and the glaring sun cut a sharp shadow off of the concrete wall behind us. We shared an intimate moment in the shade. A verbal discovery with shining eyes and shy smiles. A time when there was still so much to discover. That moment filled my night after nearly two decades. Our talk and walk through the side streets and alleys. The slowing pace as we approached the dance hall where you had a class. That kiss you laid upon my cheek before we parted ways. Every mouvement from your hand to the beat of an eyelash reappeared as clear as day and left me wondering where you are now.