Take a couple time capsules

The backend of the world
is your office, your cubicle, and you
calling me back
into it.
Déjà woo me
all over again, a time capsule
with the snowy, shiny wind blowing outside,
"How long has this office been here?" I ask,
already knowing that I once knew
the answer.
I can feel the memory memorizing,
I can feel the process, your laughs
tucking, wrapping and curling themselves
in my brain.
Eyes meet, hands shake, bodies move away
but the brain stays on,
lost in a laugh
in the backend of the world.