I really wonder how you’re doing.
Do you still drink coffee at that place on montrose we used to spend our weekends at?
Do you still eat 2 taro brioche buns with a mile long grin to follow?
Do you still take the same subway route?
What time do you catch the L train in the morning?
Do you still wear dark amber and ginger lily on your neck and 2 dabs of blackberry on your wrist?
Do you still have that bracelet I got you from Tokyo?
What about the record we bought together?
Do you still love my mind?
Would you ever love my whole again?
I wonder how you’re doing. I hope you’ve been fine.
Hope to see you again someday. I miss you.