Aquatic

I met a girl that had gone to university in my old town.
I was writing my high school's name down for College Apps (which will be the death of me) and she echoes it back to me, reflectively. It was so sweet to talk to someone who knew what I was talking about. She dressed the way people I grew up with dressed, and so on. She grew up in a neighboring, bigger city.
It got me homesick!
I thought I had pushed through the childish clinginess, but meeting with her boiled lightweight details to the foamy surface.

Pop, remember the smell as the sunlight fell longingly on the secondhand rug.
Pop, remember the song you were obsessed with, going too fast in the 20mph school zone because it was almost 5pm anyways.
Pop, the cute co op cashier you always embarrassed yourself in front of.
Pop, baths at 3 in the morning with the giant bathtub.
Pop, summer flower scents as you haul the laundry basket to the basement wash center.
Pop, eating strawberries beneath the elm with the outside blanket and a book
Pop, the neighbors who were so so sweet
Pop, the sweaty, labored dancing at school dance events





New Years was the rooftop with sweet local wine and off-tempo fireworks