you asked
did we really
drink that much
and I laughed
remembering
the empty glasses
the clinking of bells
on pinball machines
those 3am burritos
your mischievous twinkle
in your eyes
when pulling on beards
of argumentative Texans
and that drunken race
up that hill
in Malibu
we both claimed
to have won
there’s that wistful smile
when I think of parting
and a longing
in my heart
like an endless stream
toward the memory
of we two