June 28, 2002

In thirty years
when you look back at twenty-five
will you remember learning how
to change a fuse?
Will you remember groaning
at my puns?
Remember the thrice daily phone calls,
with their constant loving words?
Will you remember me,
tousled hair and sleepy eyed,
as you kissed my neck with lips,
warm from morning porridge?

Even as you hold me
I worry that you might forget,

So much love…
so little time.

Posted by Midus at June 28, 2002 07:30 AM