How brief, yet how full that first encounter
between you in your prime and me in my
secondhand life. Hello, treasure hunter,
would you like to dig through this box of mine?
You gave new perspective on retro plans,
games, and puzzles, walking me back ten years —
to the foothills of adulthood, Old Man
in the rearview, set to play pioneers.
Give me your heart made of stone and I’ll trade
it for marbles. I raised you an eyebrow
and drew a ring in the sand unafraid.
I love how we fit together and how
we came apart, as in conversation
between two old friends meeting once again.