I was walking around downtown
with your sister
who was pretty cute
but not near as cute as you
and she asked about you
which was strange
because you guys live together
and had just shared lunch earlier
and she was your sister,
for god’s sake.

She asked what I thought of you
which was also strange
since she’s known you
ever since she was born
and it’s doubtful that my opinion
would be likely to sway her much
one way or the other.
Also
I think you know
what I think of you
and how much I think of you
and the sepia tones
and mellow soundtrack
of all my thoughts of you.

I didn’t feel comfortable
talking to your sister about it, though,
so I kept kinda quiet.
I have to say,
I didn’t really understand the conversation we were having
or she was having with me.
It’s like she was trying to say something
that she was somehow unable
or unwilling to say.
If there were certain answers
she was looking for
I don’t know what they were
or if she found them.

Eventually
we went our separate ways
and she went back home
to you, I guess
and I wandered around a little more.
When I got home
it occurred to me to reach out.
I thought I should let you know
about our little chat
since it doesn’t seem like you and your sister
talk all that much.