How do you get to know someone?
When did you become a friend from a stranger?
The first time I told you about dialectic materialism
The second time you told me the color of my hair reminds you of a red star
There is still the familiarity of gestures, warm smiles, specific words,
tilted in that specific way you pronounce it
I don't know many things
But you tell me you don't have to know many things to be happy
Everything has changed, perhaps nothing has.
The first time it took months of movies and books
exchanged and passed around like secrets
This time around the time it took to finish a cigarette
Today you tell me
Whatever happens, we still had yesterday.
