After Dinner We Remembered

We ate the dinner I prepared. Strong coffee followed. Relaxing in the living room. Talking about this and that and other things. We had a memory or two that sustained us in our conversations. Our talking covered a variety of topics and we rambled on happily in our remembering. Was it really over twenty years ago that we were high school students? This was our link, our bond, our sense of who we were and who we are. What I remembered you remembered. What I believed, so did you. We shared our views on history as if our words were golden idols which we could worship at our pleasure. The only topics we skirted were those that dealt with who we are now. Avoiding comparisons with our ambitions, we compared only those events that had happened a long time ago. Abstract meanderings on people we knew and places we had wandered to. We followed our coffee with dessert. A pleasant tasting cake which you had baked and brought to our reunion. I wonder what flavour of ice cream would be most appropriate with a cake that was filled with yesterday?