I. first memory of him:

in a bus
bodies were squeezed in like crayons
he, at one end
I, at the other

I remember him looking into my eyes

peering
sinking
seeing something I knew I didn't have

I felt nothing
wondered
what the hell did he see?

I looked away  
forgot.

II. the second memory of him:

curtains
covering a broken window
opening to a basketball court

thump thump thump
the ball went
alone he played

I turned my head as the wind blew
our eyes locked

looking...

       looking...

                 looking...

III. the third memory:

me
running away

IV: the fourth:
my anger
letting him slip

V. the fifth
waving at each other

smiling lips

and polite

empty

eyes.