60.

The

dull 

white of a National Geographic 

bat

would be how

I would say your face was,

For that moment I remember.

I mention "bat" specifically because

it was against a 

black 

background

but I mention "specifically" because

no one besides 

us would fully understand

how black that ground actually was (

with dull smoke rising in the distance)

My used-Nissan headlights were dull that night

(as they bore fully into the melanin of your body)

,

and back into the retina of mine. I remember few freckles,

even though you have many:

(I know now).

Since, We have faded. We have faded. We have faded.

Into true tracks for each

your's by generational means 

of illusion

and mine by generational means 

of allusion.

One day, I will discover.

You never will.