I saw you at a church in California. I ran down the hill to see you, threw my arms around you. You reciprocated, almost kissed me and blew smoke in my face instead. There were children talking and laughing, the crumb cake was amazing they said. We sat down at a high table. A girl I knew from high school, but couldn't remember her name, commented on how comfortable the chairs were. Suddenly she was gone, suddenly everything was gone, and it was you and me and the comfortable high chairs, and I asked, "So, how've you been?"