I Remember, Pt. 2 (Patreon)

I remember the first time I saw you, leaning down to gather the contents of your spilled life from that bag. Your skirt just a bit too young, too short, revealing a crease between your right cheek and thigh that through practice I could later trace in my mind. Though only slightly older than me, you easily conveyed experience and knowledge that intimidated and electrified me from the very beginning.