Here's What I Remember

Here's what I remember 

Fallen leaves, stolen from ground,

Wind, you thief!

The shocked twigs were around. 

Oh! How the leaves rustled... 

My book witnessed it too.

Scared, it closed its pages,

But the cover was hardbound.

That squirell, too, stopped... stunned,

Dropped its brain for a moment,

Then ran with an eerie glimpse,

Its nutty treat shunned.

What were we to do? 

I picked up my book, assuring it.

And You...

The dried daisy, laminated

And the remnant words, 

It was no small feat.

We left for that corner snack point later,

With the glass panes and a taste of butter. 

Here's what I remember ...

But I would never whisper to the breeze,

The scent of each element there ...

Colors detailed in three thousand hues, a tease.

Heartbeats and voices, definingly attuned,

And the taste of laughter, envy of trees.

Here's what I remember 

Wisteria walls, a lavender sight,

Pinks peeking through them 

And the gaze of those eyes.

A bag of cluttered souvenirs,

Sighed, exasperated, 

Beneath the ramen counter.

The ginkgo leaf, a gifted charm letter, 

Swinging into the evening leap,

Listened volumes, 

Never letting a syllable slip.

Here's what I remember...

But I would never let the lips take the stage...

The crema on that iced long black,

Waiting to be tasted;

Or trace the essence of your breath.

The rhyming fountain cycling secrets, 

Eavesdropping to behold those fragrant words.

The time stopped by, a passerby in pose.

(Imposter!) 

The sakura twigs gloated

Of the warmth and charm upclose.

Here's what I remember 

Stilled in pages and memories , 

As the moments froze. 

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