Gerard:

The other day, I saw you coming up the escalator at Grand Central. I was going down to the 7 train toward Queens after therapy and bent my hat’s brim. My tears leave streaks because of my sunscreen. Your deep-set eyes are unmistakable. It was a small shock to see that your sides are growing gray. Your suit could have visited a tailor. I’d take the shoulders in about a quarter
inch, maybe a half.

I never told you: You were my first kiss.

Shirin