memories keep flickering back to me like flames licking the corners of my mind and burning their way in
when i slipped my plastic ring onto your long finger and you asked me if we were married
we could be i told you, and you smiled and twirled it around and wore it all day
and you offered to buy me food but when i turned you down you held out your own so i could have a bite
today you waved at me in the hall and i don't think i've ever been happier than when my fingers fluttered back