remember the time...

she calls me up,

crying.

i miss you so much, she says.

i miss

everything about you, about

us

about all the fun we had.

she blows

her nose

and takes a deep breath.

remember

that time we went to the beach

and stayed at that great

hotel.

how we rode the horses

along the white

sand.

we made love night and day.

remember that?

room service,

champagne and breakfast

in bed.

remember how we watched the sun

rise

over the ocean

as we sat on the balcony

holding hands.

no. i say.

she's sobbing now. ignoring

that i just said, no.

we had so much fun together.

how you proposed to me

on your bended

knee

and i screamed yes, yes.

yes.

i was so in love with you

and i still am.

ummm. who is this?

it's me. jennie, she says,

blowing her nose onc again.

i'm sorry, but i don't know

any jennies.

who's this? she says. you're

not William?

ummm. no. i think you might

have the wrong number.

oh, she says. oh my.

but, what are you doing later,

i ask her.

you sound like fun.

want to meet for lunch somewhere?

sure, she says. i just need to take

a quick shower

and clean up a little. one hour?

casual wear?

sure. perfect. jeans and a sweater

are fine.