a young woman in bobby socks

he sent the photo via text, a memory.

1990, conference of some sort

in some non-descript hotel.

we have not seen each other since then

but he will recognize me in the airport

my smile is still crooked and my eyes

have not changed

my mask will cover my mouth.

maybe I will wear socks and

a long skirt, like back then.

he will have a peppered beard and hair

but will look the same.

we will look at each other

and remember how fun it was

riding the roller coaster at 

Disneyland

in 1990.