You arrived in your sisters car
The authorities expostulated with the shade of back
The windows were displaying
I took you to the steepest hill
We saw La Sierra from the outskirts
The conversation was vacuous
Our days were good
The view was nice
The summer night air crept through the windows
And absorbed into our skin as our bodies collided
The last day I had seen and heard from you
Until the impending days of my departure
I wished and I wished for you not to be a mistake
Now
I see a  man
I hear a different voice
But who’s to say that boy I once knew isn’t still in there
In there with the intention of making a fool out of me
In the end
It takes a fool to know a fool