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.