Another Place

In a London pub fingers idly play with place mats. Wonder-lust had led them back to where they assumed they had first met. She recalled a local vicinity a basement rathskeller, he a country Inn; cork mats slid under wet rings. "Do you remember meeting me at all?" He had to readjust himself into a time and zone that once existed in her reality but could not locate that shared location. After much hazy thought, he replied: There were a lot of people, you were one in a crowd. I felt your hand in mine, and that was the beginning. We backpacked around Europe then I led you back to this packed tavern where place mats are soaked in the beery residue of uncertain endings.