I.

it seems a million years ago,
and we seemed so very young—
        that first spring of love
        when we rediscovered ourselves
                through another.

and when it ended i was broken,
but i still cling to those few shards of memory:
        sometimes,
        when i need a smile,
                i think of you,

and there is no pain in that.


II.

sometimes i wonder:
who are you now,
        this stranger that i once knew.
        i need no telling of the past,
                but of the present,

i know nothing.
sometimes,
        i think it might be better this way—
        there is something gilded about
                those memories;

they have a magic that we lack now.


III.

the summer air will pass me by,
and perhaps you will be there
        to catch it with me;
        but even without you,
                i would not miss these blue skies

for the world.
feel that peace, feel that joy:
        i wish for nothing but some
        mutual happiness,
                some common ground to steady us

when the fall winds blow again.