i think it would be very nice if we went somewhere together on a chilly fall evening
drove a little wobbly (only in lack of practice) to the bowling alley uptown, the falling-apart area with cramped living over yellowing shops
we could hold hands with fingers threading in and out until we feel tangled together and too happy to breathe
unabashed laughing at each other because neither of us are that good at bowling to begin with
and then we'd go for ice cream and both end up getting something full of regret, probably with oreos because i know you like them
dipping our spoons into valleys and curves of dessert, tipping over like a glass of water you didn't want to spill
but now we're soaked and smiling like our mouths might tear and getting to know each other like strangers
because one day we were strangers. and then we weren't.