Us

A few months of 'us' was enough, but memory has no expiration date. I do mostly forget who us were way back then. I forget how we slept together did we sometimes snuggle together like puppies, or did we just lay there unhinged by unbridled nights of carnality? I do recall rocking back and forth on the top of a coastal cliff, swaying over a crabbed axle (risky for an Austin Mini, with a corroded back door). Metal, lust, and rusts, yet that was us. Decades later I found an old photo of us. I was clearing out the garage. Maybe I was tired and hot, maybe I was in a bad mood, but I threw ‘us’ away in the trash bin. That evening though I drank more than usual.