From Eight Until Ten. For You.
You stood over me for many
years.
Were those years fragments only?
Can you remember?
Maybe you loved me.
Maybe you didn’t.
There was a house that you sold.
There were stories told .
Then there was no house.
And the stories grew old.
There was a beach.
The road ended at the sea.
I would race to the door.
I was bound to the floor .
I loved you.
There was a horizon.
It remains.
I remain.
But if you do not remember.
What was there?
Us?
Has our moment gone?
Tell me something.
Tell me anything.
