At these moments,
Archer’s jokes always ring in my head.
I chuckle
with a bittersweet sound
and think of our youthful past;

"Hello?" I spoke.

"Tryst?" Archer's husky voice called me.

It was three in the morning,
and I yawned,
disoriented.
"Archie? What is it? Are you okay?"

"No. I fell."

Panic filled me.
"Huh?"

"I fell in love with you."