Remember Me Tomorrow

by Farah Heron

This is a pattern, and patterns become cycles until someone breaks them,

“You ever feel like the whole world is spinning five steps ahead of you?” I ask. “And by the time you catch up with them, they’ve already moved on?”

“Oh, she’s not new,” he says, taking half a step away from me. He pouts. “She’d be the one corrupting me. She’s exquisite, this one. I see his fascination.”

“When I see him in the lagoon, I’ll tell him that the water lily is in his room now. He’ll be so happy to see you again.”

Aleeza: Do you ever feel alone in a roomful of people? Jay: It’s just because the world needs to catch up with you.

wonder what it would have been like to grow up here instead of in Alderville. Here, where there are more nonwhite people than white. Where I would blend into the crowd instead of always being the odd one out. The food would certainly have been better.

But there’s one thing we don’t talk about—the future. Mine, his, or the possibility of having a future together. Because we know we don’t have one. We have the past and the present, but nothing else.

“He said when things don’t go as planned, friends never forget friends.”