I was also like a potato but not as much as you, either way we had a lot in common. We were on the subway or not, I found you potato which was nice.
If you ever see this, I was wearing brown pants and a brown shirt like you.
You were on a tandem bike up 6th Ave in Manhattan around 14th st. You were in the rear seat, reading a book, while a man pedaled. A big old book, a tome. You looked so leisurely while he sweated and peddled hard. What were you reading? Were you reading out loud to him? If I pedal, would you read to me?
A chain of circumstances brings you back with the rain that we never heard together. The months and the years do not erase you from my imagination.