Foreheads pressed together
Hands bunched in cotton

We inhale

As I struggle to remember
Coffee
The look in your eyes
The sound of your voice
You

Committing you to memory

We struggle to remember that begging feeling
The excitement
Rushed looks
And lousy promises

Trying to memorize
The love
The commitment

That never was commitment
And never really love

You were rebellion dressed in khakis

I was naivety in spring dresses

We were fate intervened

Yet I still celebrate the memory of your cologne and coffee breath

You celebrate
The smell of my shampoo
Strict spring dresses

Never emotionally

Cold hearts can beat again
But slanted ‘I love you’s’ will never beat them warm

So darling,
Help me push the past behind
And we’ll celebrate the yesterdays
Coffee and spring dresses
You darling

And me