I wanted to ask you many things.
Where do you live?
Is Reid your boyfriend?
What do you do for a living?
What were you doing opposite the
building I work?
Why are you reminding me of smiles
and happier times?
.
.
.
What went wrong that night?
I wanted to ask you many, many things.
But no,
I don't want you to fill me with hope
only to take it away
again.