She kissed me in the cave in the putt putt course because
a guy was watching, a guy she liked to flirt with.
I guess the logic at that age is that all attention has potential.
Her hair was brown and her eyelashes were long.

Three years later I visit her on her college campus.
I fuck a friend of hers, a devout catholic boy who
was told by his momma to marry a devout catholic girl
and to keep it in his pants. He was a bad lay anyway.

We were close for years, we shared every passing event
until time and distance got the best of us, or at least
that is what I tell myself. I do not ask her what she tells herself
when I visit her and her husband in the suburbs.