that glare, i cannot forget,
it latched on to my memory.
the sway in your walk
had my stride in lock
(and my mind in awe)
the first time we met.
i keep playing this record
of a distant spring dream
to which you were the star
in my movie screen.
i see the moon
and try to hold on to a time
for it is now a small wrinkle
under both of our eyes.