do you remember

the hiss of the kettle

that held tea for two?

or the soft crackle of

our old record player

after the classic album

traipsed into silence

dense with sweetness

left behind in the air?

or is there a chance

that you remember

those sunlit alleys

between the shelves

aligned with old books

that so smelled like

the kiss of low dreams

and the hug of stars

in the middle of day?

or would you mind

if i make you recall

the trail of the smoke

that left your cigarette

while you sat there

in the rocking chair

and let the summer

disappear away in

a whisp of nostalgia?

you would remember

but how would you?

for all you did was to

pass away in a mirage

of soft happy endings

and leave me alone

to ponder over it all

in the caress of this

summertime sadness