It was about 2007 then and I didn't yet know she would be back in 2110 and then on her knees remembering how crazy black girls always forget the bad spots in between.
I smoked a cigarette and watched sometimes imagining I saw them both inside his Big Black Truck with the Plate "Randy's Empire".
I had heard he had money and alot but not as much as I had once and she was travelling with him every weekend:
"We just pick a dot on the Map every weekend and we go there."
It's amazing to me now that she shared so much of their joyous times together with me.
Then she would tell me how when they traveled on down any road or just picked up and flew South without aforethought .... She would say something like:
"It was like when we used to go on road trips ... "
and then she would always pause, which is not a black girl trait, and I always thought within those pauses that she had taken my hand and we were just not saying anything out of respect for those road trips.
I don't live anywhere close to that balcony now. Bit I still own it, and the space with the bedroom and the kitchen and the view from the 16th floor.
It's a place old with memories and timepieces, some not still ticking.
God it had hurt back then.
The same or worse than that First Grade with Cheryl Joanna. Age seven and heartbroken all over again.
It always does, however. Hurt. And I like to think that's because I was sincere in my affections.
But then secretly I know that is not all of it.
It's 4:44 pm on a Holiday Monday "Family Day".
The days before now, have been an amazing journey.
Reject, Recluse, StreetBoy, LoverBoy, LawyerBoy, No-One's Boy, to now.
For six weeks, maybe. Everyday around 3:30 - 4:00 pm. That's when it burned in me. Because he was 'taking her home.'
Maybe it was the word "home".
A girl can turn a house into one and that's a big part of it.
Then one day maybe three years later, maybe two, "Randy's Empire" drove by me and she turned and positively "Beemed".
It was years later "Randy" told me over beer, with her there with him, or with me, or passing through:
"You should have seen the look on your face when you passed him at the corner." But he was talking to her. Because like I said, she was 'there' in some fashion.
So I knew I had called it correctly.
I left her in the night three years later. I just got up after the by then traditional hand-job, and I had been expected as usual to stay until morning.
She called the Police.
But because "No one Ever Leaves Me ..." was not a criminal offence, she alleged 'Rape".
I alleged "Hey, I am a calm, seasoned Older Gent, do your thing and All the Best ! " ... which eventually won out.
The "Black Girls Bore Quickly" black girl trait also assisted admirably.
Today on the Balcony the old pain was palbable.
After her, I dated one like her. As in a complete Twin and Duplicate. I do that sometimes.
Now I miss them both.
The one who existed that I abandoned, and the one who will forget the bad spots and show up on my doorstep all dolled up and in love with me again in about three months.