i liked walking with you on this day. how our throats were parched by the time we made it to 15th. how our skin looked a little darker in the mirror that night. the pauses in the alley, and resting by the river that cuts through the city. you had just gotten home, from the hospital, & all you wanted to do was walk, walk, walk. there weren't many flowers, but we found some, in small patches here & there along the road. do you remember just how blue the sky was? i have a photograph for you, so you can remember, in case you've forgotten.