I remember…
Especially when I don’t want to,
The feel of the sand beneath my toes,
In the days before the rebirth,
In the womb of our sanctuary,
Experiencing life with each breath as if it were new each time.

I remember…
The feel of three stones on a metal band,
Pressed against the palm of my hand,
Contemplating the great unknown,
Across the ocean deep, so far, so wide, so intimidating.

I remember…
The sound of pen to paper,
The licking of lips when sealed with a kiss,
All the thin leaflet butterflies,
Hidden in every nook and cranny,
Buried in the ground, under a house, never to be found.

I remember,
The thunderstorm of the heart,
Each time our fingers were torn apart,
The clinging of soul to soul,
As if it were the bread of life,
Pleading not to let go, not to forget, to come back…oh please come back….

I remember…
Every tear, every prayer, every wish,
All the shells written in red and tossed into an ocean,
An ocean full of tears, full of wishes, full of prayers,
And us at a distance, catching a glance at every chance,
Living on that from day to day.

I remember…
The fireworks, the sleepless dreaming,
The discovery that one could not be without the other,
Reverse, rewind, retry,
The leaping forward, the jumping backward,
The regressive progress of your hand in mine,
But we could get through anything, anything, by locking our eyes…

We could get through anything…

I remember…
Singing in a kitchen at first sight,
Singing to a bird that flew away,
And a boy who had no idea…
If he would have stayed in bed,
If I would have stayed home,
If my parents wouldn’t have gotten involved,
If his parents wouldn’t have moved,
If I had been more involved at school,
If he hadn’t picked up a guitar,
If I had succeeded in that fatal night a year before…