You’re sitting atop buildings and looking out at sunsets and drinking beer and smoking.
I’m on my front porch while it rains. I eat pasta and I drink beer too but only one and slowly.

It’s been a while, hey?
Yeah, a long time. You changed your hair.
Too long?
No. We’ve needed the time.

You live near my work and you still shop at the same grocer and you still ride the same old bike.
I don’t run into you at the coffee shop anymore and I don’t know why.

Yeah, how did that happen?
We can never be sure.
Do you still drink chai tea?
No, not for a long time.

You still wear your running shoes.
I gave mine up.