lines of conversation.

18 minutes

when i was 18 years old,

i remember his words

on the computer screen,

to him lightly intriguing,

and to me, a joyous surprise.

his eyes can really play,

and his card tricks made

magic seem so real.

while he joked,

i told the truth,

and when he said

marry me,

drunk drunk drunken

words he says to half

of all whom he meets,

i said yes,

and really thought,

yes.

he picked a month,

and i said yes.

yes.

yes.

yes.