I find myself getting lost in memories of you.

All of them good, of course.

Memories of warm sunshine on my skin in a kayak in the park,

While you swam next to me and pulled our boat along.

I was not strong enough to move that mass myself.

But when you kissed me with your lake drenched lips,

The world fell silent in mourning of a heart that drowned in you.

I find myself getting lost in memories of you.

All of them good, of course.

I think about the night we met in the rainstorm in the woods.

How you caught me when I fell in the dark mudslide by the rocks.

Your shadow moving toward me in the stillness of your room,

with the air conditioning turned up way too high.

I remember the smell of damp hair while you lay next to me and we dream about tomorrow.

I find myself getting lost in thoughts of what could have been.

Those thoughts consume me, of course.

The night we talked for hours at dinner, and the long walk back,

where you coyly begged to take me home.

With so much talk about the future it does not seem right that we should let it go.

My plans for us are gone forever, our future deprived,

A chapter torn from my book and lost like the left sock in the dryer.