Thursday, February 12, 2009

i do.

do you remember when we talked about the moon?
i do.

do you remember
talking about nail polish?
and you not letting me be someone's wife?
and when i when i went to england and france?
and spain and belgium?
and we talked about john lennon or someone?
i do.

do you remember your sideways glance?
when we said no, but did it anyways?
i do.

do you remember sparkly flowers?
and green sheets?
and cigarette butts?
and coffee cups of wine?
i do.

do you remember scrabble on the floor?
and teaching poker?
and the little tv in the little room?
and the loft bed?
and peter pan?
i do.

do you remember sitting by the river?
and spray painting in alleys?
and eating croquetas?
and seeing flamenco in the bar?
i do.

do you remember the stack of records?
and dancing on the table?
and the day of melancholy?
i do.

do you remember when i cried?
do you remember telling me things?
and making me happier?
and laying on soft carpet?
with hammers on heads?
i do.


i remember; you.
i do.
i do.