that day in march

i met him on a friday

i don't remember the shirt he was wearing but i remember the way he looked in the setting sun

the coffee in our hands were cold

the cart was closing but we weren’t going anywhere

i stood there and asked you about your past

where you were from, what you were doing here

i can close my eyes and see your smile

the shape of your glasses on your face

how you held the clear plastic cup in your hand

your uncertainty when talking to someone new

a player had been unlocked that day

you stood there entertaining my questions

subtle laughs at humor we weren’t sure of yet

i didn’t know where it was going

on the 13th of march you stood there 

only a few inches from me

your tattoos burned into my mind