"i wanted to write a poem about you and us and the nature of impermanence and the wood fire (in a bucket in front of a recently gentrification-closed cafe that you were protecting from misdirected vandalism) that drew me to you and perfumes the green beanie i still haven't washed and the last lemon i have from the tree behind the cafe and the pain we tenderly inflicted but this is all i have" [that's the title]

we were strangers until
we weren't
until we were again