this morning #1442.

this morning, he’d asked me to meet him by our favorite set of stairs. i assumed that he asked me out of some sense of greater obligation. i was running a little late so, by the time i arrived, he was already there. waiting. cigarette in hand. he took one last drag & flicked the cig aside. stood up to give me a hug. before he even leaned in to embrace me, i could tell that i’d been right. he definitely didn’t want to be here. it was cool with me though. i’m always up for a challenge. i knew i was about to make meeting with me worth his while. thinking about that, i smiled. we sat. sat in silence. sat like that for a while. i wanted him to have the first word. with a sigh, he finally broke through. “it’s good to see you.”