Lost Time

Larry D. Fort

Returning to the café,

Suede over parquet

Sipping tea, reading Proust

To remember the day


Tongue tastes madeline

Suddenly you’re there again

In my dreams, on my lips

Do you remember when


The world fell away

That wet Spring day

And no words could describe

What we wanted to say


We hid behind

Stanzas and lines

Afraid of our future

Cloaked and clandestine


As I stood by our shrine,

I learned to leave behind

The grins, the glances

Please keep me in mind.

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