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Do You

Do you remember when we’d run in the woods and play tag and throw rocks in the stream?

Do you remember when we’d lie on the ground and stare at the sky and count the clouds?

Do you remember when we’d ride bikes and the time I broke my arm?

Do you remember our first date? I was nervous but you let me touch your breast.

Do you remember driving in the orchards and getting drunk and being chased away by the cops?

Do you remember when we left for school and said goodbye? I loved you then much more than a friend, but I was too shy.

Do you remember getting high in the woods and pretending we could dance and sing?

Do you remember climbing on top of the Pizza Hut and stealing the giant “t”?

Do you remember when we met? I didn’t believe in love at first sight ’til then.

Do you remember when we first made love? We laughed.

You were my best friend them. It was sad to say goodbye, but it had to die so we could live.

Do you remember when we met? We were so scared. We were so scarred.

We ran naked in the woods and danced as long as we could even after the song came to an end.

Do you remember that day we cried all day and the next day too?

Do you remember when you said that ‘maybe this all is perfect just the way it is’?

Do you remember when we met again? It was quarter drink night and I was alone.

We sailed around the sky and hovered above the moon and made love for eternity.

Do you remember when you burned dinner and we went out for Indian?

Do you remember when I scattered your ashes on the ground where we were wed?

Do you remember lying naked on the floor wondering if I should live?

Do you remember the first time we spoke? The last time we kissed? The first time we made love?

Do you remember us holding each other and crying as we looked into each other’s eyes? Holding on? I remember.

Do you remember when we said this would last forever?

The wheel turns then turns again.

Do you remember how many more turns they said there’d be?

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Published in Hole in the Sun

Essays about love, death, politics, religion, and so on.

Written by John Robinette

Father, widower, remarried. Leadership coach and entrepreneur by day, author, essayist by night. ENFP. Input, Connectedness, Ideation, Context, Strategic.

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