hey, i just had a
memory;
of cold mornings heating into
warm afternoons.

& you were always there, &
i thought your name was
marietta, but really it's
donna.

marietta is your town, &
it's such a pretty name, &
you are such a pretty face.

maybe we don't talk much
anymore,
but when we do, i get these
memories of you & me,
doing what we do best.

schemes for two twenty-
somethings
who don't care if they act like
teenagers still.