Gen Xers

Nice boy
Back in school, we’d ride bikes
Just not together

Parallel lines, at the same time
One of us too, too shy
Lone wolves, we

Both damn quick
With pencil and paper, too
Hearts raced, true love confessed

Notes never delivered
Our legs unable to take the leap
Fast-forward decades later

And analog becomes digital
I knew not your name until now:
Fragile