Here’s what I remember

A slice of chocolate cake,
too much even for two
although that didn’t stop us.
An old rock song on the radio
from a much maligned band
you knew all the lyrics to.
Your enthusiasm for big trucks
and a first date promise to get you in one
some day.
A message on Facebook around 3am
when I got home that seemed silly
then and worse
ever since:
you were already gone.

^{Part of #escapril2021. Photo by Rirri.}