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.

Unafraid, I raised an eyebrow
and drew a ring in the sand. 
I loved how we fit together

and how we came apart,
like two old friends
meeting once again.