I uncurl from your warmth. It’s 5:00 am. We hurry up the narrow stairs, walk into the paint-chipped terrace. We dodge our neighbor’s wind-clinged bed sheets, freshly washed. Wet. You sit cross-legged.
I am laughing. I already know I will remember this forever. I am right. Years later, I promise to remember only the good, I will toss everything else away in a frenzy. Like a coin flipped and forgotten. I will leave behind the lingered-over coffee, rage-soaked napkins.
The air sniffs, already warning me from my contentment.
I try to catch the fog in its lies.
I am remembering you.