A Normal Friday Evening

Has anyone ever told you, "Maybe we should try and love each other more?"

And has all your anger melted and rolled out in fat, plump tears?

And then, you remember Paris, long-distances, port wine on the 80th floor, traces of spicy lemony cologne, long conversations in stumbling sentences, using the wrong verbs, long sighs, really bad rock music and laughing your head off at it, roller-coasters.