...

remember ?
that last april day,
a decade ago,
the end of an era,
the beginning of another ?

remember ?
that awkward fumbling,
rustling paper,
heart laid out,
like revealed ?

remember ?
that possibility of love,
at twilight,
with angry mosquitoes, and
averted eyes ?

remember ?
the like-love spurned,
that almost may day, to
an august beginning,
that never was ?

i don't,
but for that crumpled memory,
carefully smoothed over,
to a glossy reality.

everyday.