August 13th, 2018
On a balcony overlooking Church Street
Toronto, Ontario
12:38am

For Nicole. 

I wonder if any of this is going to mean something someday.

I wonder if we’ll forget about the conversations we had,
what we thought was going to happen,
and who we used to be.

Will we remember how good this feels,
eating popcorn on the balcony,
high on separate occasions,
contemplating the universe,
thirty years from now?

Will it matter?