Vanilla Ice Cream and Beer

I don’t remember what was wrong with me.

Was I sick? Or stressed?

According to the history books it was May 29th of last year.

We had already scrambled through our rock castle.

We had already found the spaceship.

Maybe we had been apart for some

period of time.

Whatever the case

I remember

Sitting — laying — on my bed

And you

had bought

vanilla ice cream and beer.

And it was a perfect moment.

We had not yet danced at

their wedding.

Or yelled in your dad’s Audi.

Or seriously questioned

much.

Actually we had done that.

Anyway,

we had already done some things.

But not yet done most.

Anyway.

And now I’m by myself.

In this restaurant on the cliff.

The one where I go

when I don’t know where

to go.

And I don’t know what is wrong with me now.

And I can’t quite finish

my clam chowder.

And I’m thinking about

vanilla ice cream and beer.

And you.