It was a long night
that didn’t start off intense,
just meeting at an open mic
that led to pizza
then a bar
then another bar
then a 24-hour diner
that inexplicably kicked us out
then walking to the water
where we talked until dawn.

Long night.
Thorough night.
Deep night.
A night during which,
I’m certain,
I used to know your name.

Too late to ask again now.