there are a couple things I remember in particular;

at the beach when I clumsily tangled my fingers
with yours and you told me to  
get off the freaking train tracks
because you could hear the
speed cars whistling a ways
back, I took one of those
sun-soaked pictures of
you and you said,
can't you feel it?
what's still between
us? I shuffled beneath
the question and told
you to stand out in
front of me so I could
get yet another photograph
of you in front of the sunset.