I remember summer evenings,
just the three of us
lying in the grass watching
day turn to night, watching
the stars arrive. We didn’t
have a blanket nor a care.
I Love You
ART: "Faint Tracing" 2023
I don’t remember the conversation.
Perhaps there was none. Maybe
we talked of stars and constellations, or
got up and caught fireflies. I remember
Dad calling to us to come inside.
We would plead for a few minutes more as if
this night would never come again.
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Aaahhh … days gone by.