These new Facebook features are such a double-edged sword. I cannot remain completely anonymous anymore. But then, neither can he. A friend of mine friended a friend of his Monday night, and I saw it in my live feed. With not much else to do, I had a look. After 21 years of occasionally wondering what had become of him, there he was, six children, two wives, four languages and a lifetime in South America later.
Of course, he would have done well. He had so much to give. A bug light on a Louisiana night when it came to love. I wonder, though, if he had any thought of me, what he’d given me, how long it lasted. How he carved his name with a whisper deeply in a compartment of my heart on my last innocent night, and how my chest throbbed as I struggled to breathe when he touched me.