there were afternoons spent somewhere thinking of someplaces/elsewheres/what might have beens -- and it was you, always you and you. sometimes i am overwhelmed by these unravelling threads we forever left hanging. a thousand ruts to choose from, why do i still choose the most familiar? let's have an eternal cup of coffee sometime, we always started and ended there, i want to look at your face and read new lines and old hurts, then watch as you do the same. i will never forget you.  are you still the same? i knew you so well.