Attempting a poem a week. Maybe some other musings. Always a work in progress. Satisfaction not guaranteed.

joy

joy
i remember you
we met in the summer moonlight 
outside a cafe in 10th arrondissement 
we met on a river in Wisconsin 
singing and drinking and rafting
we met on the dance floor
and on the lake at sunrise,
in swamps and forests,
on roller coasters,
trampolines
snow forts

i cannot remember 
how many times we lost touch 
picked up where we left off
i take you for granted
i fear your desertion
i throw my arms around your
disappearing form
if i could forget you
might be gone forever
we will meet again
under the same moon

November 5, 2020

soft