I remember
a time before.
War was just
an action movie,
blood just
a color
grass was green
sky was blue,
people were
tye dye.
I remember you.
Curly hair
and chrysanthemums,
plucking dreams
off the petals
singing euphoria
through brisk autumn wind,
demanding the world
hear you
pondering
your plights,
when a draft
carried you to battle
and me
peering down the gravel road,
searching for a car
that only cabs bad news.
Remember?
I do.