Do you remember when we stood outside
As the cold wet snow fell down,
Black wool coat increasing weight
As the wetness of tears and glistening drops of ice
We’re enough to melt this moment
Into an empty jar full of memory.
Do you remember when we lay on green grass
Quad days and blankets
Skipping class to just be grounded
And the clouds that drifted
We’re as thick as our thoughts
And the soft blue cotton blanket never thick enough
To cushion the blow as I watched you
Watch her walk away.
Do you remember nights in black light rooms
Giving shades of purple to the pictures
And we would look out and name stars
While Pink Flloyd played a dirge in the background,
How I wished you were there
Yet you laughed without care
Calling me a child,
How someday I’d grow up.
Do you remember how I was learning of love
Of how to cling to a soul that moved
Like the invisible wind,
There one moment then slipping away the next,
How I wanted you to be the mountain
Sturdy and strong to support a branch
To cradle a broken bird,
As you shuddered and crumbled
And I watched so sad as you lost sight of the sun
And the moon and cosmos laughed
For you thought you knew the answer,
Having found it swimming in the dirty water
As the smoke reached out to erase your mind,
I had to walk away, leaving it behind.
I turned and followed my own path,
Leaving the sharp rocks of the roughest trail,
Finally finding love and oceans blue,
The love for love and all of those things
The gift of being true and filled with light,
Those simple things for free,
You never could give to me,
As open and pure as wildflowers
Dividing lonely highways,
Colors of spring and summer,
Fading as we drifted by on our way
With the wind in our hair,
Damn we are so alive when I remember it all,
Just as we still are in this moment.
I reached out to grasp the universe
And it found me with an open heart.
He sits by the sea today below the sun
Toes moving through sand as he searches for gifts,
Pieces and bits as old as history.
Things that make me smile,
Knowing our love flies high like strong winged birds,
And I wait for his return,
Do you remember when.
I was musing earlier about how when younger my expectations were often distorted but when the heart opens and matures, I realize how simple it is, and chastise myself for waiting so long to learn it. The beginning of this post were my college days…so long ago. But today, I miss my love and know he shall read this, giving the gift of a love between two and a smile across miles.