It slipped my mind what year it was: A time where rains slashed relentlessly Against sliding glass windows.
I was in it, in that room, Whoever it belonged to; Amazement at a familiar site That two lovers had once occupied To escape the world, their everywhere-- As the rain poured, in and through The stirring of memory from long ago
Beside the window, a table A video camera playing What I had watched from long ago Made by someone, I couldn't name who Perhaps I had forgotten.
Little papers stuck against the glass Being battered by the rain And in that dream, something finally awakened That things I had chosen to leave to long ago:
The beating, love, the memory Intoxication and the naked man Imagined creatures we had made; Making love beside a teddy bear
I remember, Lord help me, I remember.
This was your room from long ago. You left it to me when you left for Australia.
Written, perhaps, not as a dream, in the year 2020. I had loved you.