| I spent tonight thinking about Bangkok, about one afternoon we spent together there. We braved the rainy afternoon and headed out shopping. We stayed around the hotel at first, keeping to the back alleyways and the small, tented shops. You were lit up, your skin contrasting so brilliantly with your damp, dark hair, as you searched for something specific. We crossed the street by way of the overpass and paused for a bit under the covering of an eave to get out of the downpour. We were silent. As the drops let up, you took my hand and led me down the stairs. We walked a few blocks, and then you bought us some ice cream. And you were simple and perfect. I was in love with you, for the short time I had with you. And now, we see each other and my heart pauses briefly, as it remembers you. We pass each other wordlessly, and walk away from each other. And I know things cannot be like they were in the past, that this, like everything, is complicated and different in the present. I can remember, though, your form, tall and strong, near me, making me feel not so alone. |