...so strange how they choose to surface.
how certain funny, tiny details stay with us.
and other, perhaps bigger, things seem to slip away.
this morning in yoga class, a place where many thoughts
and memories and dreams emerge, we were backbending and
all of a sudden i had a crystalline memory
of these delicious chocolate banana malted milkshakes.
they were from the old-fashioned burger place
right next door to that one apartment he rented in the mission district.
he would meet me there sometimes
or i'd surprise him with a stop there on my way over.
and we'd sit on his bed and delight in the yumminess of the shakes.
and we'd laugh and love the night away.
though bittersweet, i am thankful for this little memory.
it makes me smile.
and linger, for a moment,
in that space that is long gone.
sweet and fleeting and true.