You know, I can’t recall how we met.
It’s like I’ve always known you.
Well, not always, obviously.
We met in college – it was my third year.
But I can’t remember the circumstances.
I’m pretty sure you were down.
If I recall, you’d lost most of your support system,
but I don’t know why I was around.

Why were we talking?
Who was I to you?

I wish I had answers.
I guess you’ll provide them, eventually,
when you’re ready,
but I’m impatient.