[Anaphora]

One last day passed away as my steps fall silent as the dead
A goodbye should time allow as I continued striding to the dread
It was labor day, fading days of eighteenth years for us both
Around midnight, we'd slipped by the last summer of hope
Hope, that the days would stay and we'd remain together
Hope, that nothing would change, we'd stay in love forever
Hope, that the seasons would stop, and we wouldn't split
Hope, that time would freeze for us, to endlessly revel in it.

It was well weathered, when we met in the light of moon
fell together, grasped in grass, covered in night's dew
Our life soon soaked to the bone, but clothes were thrown
not caring where, we were at last together, that moment alone
Her soft skin slicked with sweat so supple and sensuous
She'd bend to this touch and that, ripple of a feathered kiss
And then her lips, smooth as silk she set them to seal
every broken promise between us scars, and let them heal
We weren't just making love that night in the park by the lake
We were love, we illuminated the air such no darkness might break.
We carved love from the night sky, created our own constellations
We wrote love with our fingertips, composed sonnet sensations.

Our last night together, though we forgot all the same
She'd soon fly east to NYU, I west to UCLA
We knew what would happen, knew what had to be
Yet, I found it hard to believe, her arms clasped to me
Seperately, we'd find our way into this world
She'd find a new guy, and I, a new girl
Hard to accept, with the truth wrapped around you
When you'd built love, yet still the world collapsed all around you
When everything you've known, is tossed to the wind
When thinking you're whole, you're lost all again.
When time tackles you, and drags you down in the mud
Reminding you that you can never 'forever' hold on to what you love.

The wind blew a chill to us finally, reminding me it's time to leave
Leaves wend wistfully in the willowy wind of my defining deceit
Discrete, yet to me it showed the changing of seasons
Fall had come, summer passed as leaves fell teeming with reason
This sensory detail, remends fully the fact that this act is memory
And doesn't end fully, but remains forever in the head for me...

...to access endlessly

When I feel the need, for remembering....
Love.