“Come crash the bed tonight”
an invitation I had not sent for the longest time
Frangipani-scented air on a dark blue, blue night
Discourse and excess of alcohol hovered, lingered
Things we could never forget
“I love you”
in two weeks? (That’s a bit much, isn’t it?)
We jumped headfirst no reservation into
toasties and benedicts
cocktails on Bali’s beaches
rush-hour Jakarta trips
and a long holiday in Europe
Four hundred and sixteen days
circling a steep and slippery velodrome with our bare feet
teasing around with our insecurity and vulnerability
It was alright and not right at the same time
We were flawed and perfect at the same time
We were together and alone at the same time
We happened