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.