while you are away, are you chasing me? my memory is delicate. this circumstance. this jealousy. my pride. i'm old. what was it you would say? what did you see while you looked at me? what did i think while i laughed at you? what has this made of me? it was almost twilight. it was a hot summer night and bicycles passed cars and cats. there were strangers. wooden floors no grief. no time for such silly things make it quick we would make it so quickly. how was it to be my one and only? how was it to not know me?