Memories

I remember.
I tried to resist, yet
it comes back to me like surging water
strongly and mightily returning,
like the ocean waves I saw that night.

I remember
those times when you rest your head
and then your arms in my shoulder,
when your bright eyes
shimmer like the stars
I saw those nights.

Until now I can remember
how your beautiful
eyelashes
danced and swayed its way
towards my heart,
towards my mind.

And then the days we ate together are here
with me, again.
I looked at you, with your each scoop,
each bite, every time you
wipe your lovely lips.
And as I sip my coffee
I still looked at you.
And my day is bright again.

And then I remembered those days
when we walked together.
You did not notice,
that every time you are not looking
I looked at you,
fearing that each look would be the last
and that something that is so sweet
might be so fleeting
as other sweet things had been
in my life.

And just as I had expected,
the sweetness had been abrupt,
shortened by intricate acts of destiny
which until now I cannot bring myself
to comprehend.

And so I just reminded myself of these things.

- James Miraflor (01.24.06)