Hazy crescent,
Fueled in memories
Sunny days,
Beaches we kissed
Streets & hugging
Bottles, hammocks, work over
Nothing left
Irredeemable
Retrievable,
Only through shining down.

Where are your lips now?
Locked with others
As pale light
Remembers both of others

The stocky brown dog
Following my spring
And children still on skates with hockey sticks
Cars will doubtless roll on,
Not slower
As their existence in our life wanes

And if I traveled back
Would I find myself in the same shade,
Looking over?
Surely
He’d relax elsewhere

Silver light watches
In solitary moments,
Nostalgia becomes my character,
I stare at the sky
Then look away
As I did,
Feeling too shy,
As your eyes regarded me