All I can think about,
are those words you left downtown--
on the paved walkway where we frolicked.

I want to return there,
so those few words can be found--
I want to hear them roll off your tongue.

Slowly my brain will churn and think of a response,
a response that may be easy, or it may not--
and you thought I would have forgotten.

No way,
and someday--
we will go retrieve them.