I remember you.
You asked me for a kiss.
There was an overhead street lamp spraying us with yellow light.
The parking lot was empty.
You were smiling as if you'd just found out Santa Claus was real.
I chalked it up to you having been suddenly stricken with blindness.
Because there you were. Blonde hair like woven sunlight. White blouse sewn onto you. As if the universe had just made something so pretty it had to show it to someone.
Asking me for a kiss.