I sat facing Happy Fred's this time,
back slouched to a lazy C
the stone bench and stone steps
my own living room
of determined forgetting.
Five, 6, 7 sticks,
100 and five multicolored scooter bikes,
and a thousand and one more sighs later,
I turned aroundto the breeze's teasing,
and the water's splash.
This is how memories grow -
a whole boulevard's length
turning into a night of goodbye,
and you, holding my hand,
facing the ocean.