Remembrance

- jan-u-wine

I should remember.

I should remember
what the moon
looks like

when it is rubbed
bright,

like a new ha'penny.

I should remember
the play of water
about my feet,

and the warming Sun
and how the fields smell
in Spring.

And the voices of birds,

soft counter-point  against the fading of the day,

and the way that tea
tastes,


bitter,
and
sweet,
all at once,
sliding upon my tongue.

All those things
I should remember.

I should remember,
I know,

what it means
when the light
in your eyes dims
when you look at me.

Somewhere,
inside,

it hurts

and
I don't remember why.

Tell me why.

Help me remember.