I remember the view from the front rooms.
his. not mine.
I remember it best. at night.
twinkling city lights. and the press of time.
I remember the weight. of not wanting him to go.

I remember. already knowing. he would.

I remember the young kids. with skateboards.
across the street. hanging out on office steps.
under the spotlight of the street lamps.
I remember. even then.
being jealous of their youth and innocence.