Summer of 2006
I thought dating someone new
could stand up to my looming memories
sailing in Annapolis
New Jersey shores just north
where candle evenings were
buried in the sand.
.
Criss-crossed blankets were over, a lot
of time passed since then.
Memorized hips and feet felt like new,
kisses too were changing my memories.
.
I wondered if time could pass this
and replace it with new people
never knowing me then
these memories dying
were hard on me now.
.
I looked for new qualities
possessed in the realms of a new person,
not you,
writing me letters,
likewise,
not mentioning any one else
you were forgetting,
.
so we could
say we did
keep going.
Passive Architect 