phantom smell, a boy’s room, a wonderful morning. light snow, cold air. breakfast foods and a heater that nearly burnt my toes. we fit together wholly, his thin frame and mine, his arm reaching towards me in the night, full. breaking smile and cracking voice, he means more to me now. holding hands facing each other, grinding hips and parting lips, a good name, “my favorite name.” serendipity. I drove down his street today. I miss him, and I’m not sure why.