second time

it's in the red hallway in front of the library. the one with the rusty red carpets
where do i know you from i don't remember
i hug him anyways
i try to sort the associations
i give him a hug, look, inquisitive, study the lines of his face
blond, tall, longish hair
i remember you but i don't know where we met i say
the kaleidoscope of time swirls a little bit
i get off the hug
the first words he says get squashed by my confusion the end reverberates
we had this... um, immoral affair he says, and smiles at me
ahhhhh. i pretend but really can't actually quite believe this is happening. but it is. the oddest odds came to pass. i have to play along. i make a longish sound, oh, wow, and you are... A.. Alex? Andi he corrects me. I laugh.
you were in the States, right, yes yes, studied guitar for a while, oh i remember, you liked Jack Johnson
I don't even have one single song by him on my itunes. but i'm surprised he remembers.
It's been a long time. american spirit and some wine, the same books and cd's, same taste and you loved the outdoors too
a wild tacheles backyard, rusty art installations and a table
me pressed against the wall your skin is so soft and i burst in laughter at the cliche embedded in a sweaty new moon night
yes it's been a long time
long time when you degraded me by your thoughtless effortless attitude
long time when you came and left straight ahead
long time when i said yes and meant it more romantically than allowed.
and you, what are you doing i ask, trying to find answers in his features
i have a daughter now it puts your world upside down. now i like him a little better.
how things take their course
and it turns out
we are doing the exact same
degree course
now