J is for jam

I wish I had a new memory of us to write about
but we haven’t seen each other in years
but when I hear your voice describe it to me,
like you did on Saturday, it still feels so new

We always go for the same fantasy
It was the last sunset of September
and I invited you over because I felt lonely
You were too tall for my doorframe and
we were nervous so I loaded a bowl

I could have sworn your eyes were green.