“You have been to Rio.”
I am looking at her scarf.
“You are a Whovian.
She is looking at my backpack.
We try to add meaning
while standing in line waiting for ice-cream.
Seize the day, an unstructured theme
but there is another way
unlike just selecting a fruit flavor,
a genuine space for exploration.
Between licks and bites
we exchange pages of memoirs
binocular for camera,
puzzle solving for origami.
We become a book club of two,
children again, playing a see-saw.
We reach the ends of the cones
We have to say goodbye.
“You live so far away.”
“Space-time should be the least of your finalities.”
We have moments of laughter and regrets
and lasting impressions.
We promise to leave the lights on
and door unlocked.