11/9/12

I Remember
By Amy Westerin


Do you still remember that day?

The day that we spent sitting on the dock, skipping stones into the lake?

Do you still remember that house?

The filtered, dusty light falling in through boards, the warm, musty smell?

Do you still remember that night?

The cool air, how you put your arm around me, held me to shake off a shiver?

Do you still remember that kiss?

Our first?

Our last?


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Amy Westerin writes in her free time and dreams when she should be working.