May 03, 2012

Poem for May 3: Remembering You Without a Card

Poem for May 3: Remembering You Without a Card
For a Long Lost Friend

by Brockeim

I remember.
I remember.

Someone needed to.
So I remembered.

I remember,
forgetting, though, I could,
forgetting as might I should,
but I do remember.

There are more convenient things
to forget.
And more convenient people
to remember.
I remember naked poetry and flirtatious hats,
leather-bound notebooks, and hand-made scarves.
I remember lazy afternoons starting 20 minutes
later than the prescripted time, ending days too soon
as dreaming was offset by life, mammon, and other worlds
less mysterious than the one we invisibly shared. 

I remember.

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