The last time I saw you we
kept up the
see-saw, yo-yo, yes/no game that we play.

The thing is,
I know you too well-
the new details that seem to make you into
who you've become in the last six years are irrelevant.
I still know you too well.

So when we were gyrating down memory lane,
prepared to make an intoxicating mistake,
it felt like normal feels.

Like boxing day, when you finally get more than fifteen
minutes of alone time.
Except I was not alone, and you were naked.
Funny how that works.

And, just like that,
nothing had changed.

Well, except you
and
me
and
everything.

Next time we find ourselves
sitting across from each other in a bar,
chugging a beer,
aiming for a relapse,
we will keep up the
see-saw, yo-yo, yes/no game that we play.

Nothing can/will ever change.