I think a couple of hours passed. The wind outside was cold and the sun dimmed

slowly I sunk deeper into the cushion of your couch and you leaned on me. Or I leaned on you? I only know where we landed, I guess,
on our feet and walking out the doors. One after another. Leaving.
I wrapped my scarf tight and concentrated.

the thought of the kiss (that struggle - the thought!)
I said "I see, well, let's get some food then" or something...


But more importantly than all of that
why the fuck is any of it
potent enough to even create a memory inside of me?
it was just
some day.
You are just some fellow.