twenty years later

it's a strange invite,

this

email.

meet me for a drink,

it says.

i'm older now at 76,

but i believe

we can

still work this out somehow.

despite time

and distance,

and all that's occurred

between

us, i miss you.

i love you.

we can mend our broken

hearts

and be together again.

my wife still doesn't know

you exist,

please don't tell your husband

that you're paying me

a visit.

i'll be in room

206,

our old room at the 

Holiday Inn by the airport.

go around back,

i prefer that you use

the steps.