I just passed your apartment
or what I think was your apartment.
It’s been so many years since I had your address information
and I don’t know how accurately
I ever committed your personal data to my memory.
Your breasts, though,
they will be etched in my adolescent mind
forever.

They were magnificent
and stretched my boundaries
and tissue
in ways I couldn’t understand
for years to come.

I learned to run
after you
in helpless hope to catch
and touch
all that you had to offer.
Occasionally,
I felt success
and your chest.
My heart raced
as had my legs.

Those were good times
just around adolescence
and I appreciated you
– or parts of you –
until we were cruelly separated
by lunchroom attendants
and different school districts.

I’ve missed you, Sam,
and thought of you spastically
though our years apart.
I forget sometimes
that we were born on an island
and raised so close
for so long.
Perhaps we are still near
though divided by decades.

Know, though
that even if you never see me again
I am looking for you
at you
always.