Remember?

Last night I remembered a time shared over bottles of wine and smiling glances, where we would restore the holes left by questions unanswered with a flourish of our hands, we would talk of books, teachers, life lessons, her parties, my illicit moments of hilarity that could never have been made up, our loves lost and our lives found, and she would pick the wine and I might pick the restaurant, but other than that it was more of an exchange, our ideas, our minds, our inspiration and our readiness.

The waitress would linger over us, our order not yet put in, and we would let her stand because catch-ups like these don't come around that often, summer is but once a year, our time as girls both under thirty is limited, marked, and we're the unmarried counterparts of our suburban college friends, those with houses, those no longer renting, and it was simply all okay, no, more than that, it was beautiful and we were part of it, as luck would have it...