This place reminds me one time

in the middle of a summer rain

we lay about our lives alone

inside the silence of our eyes.

You wake, I woke, we spoke of

those immediate wants we

knew might suggest we did

yet somehow could we live

forever in a dream, a state of mind

yet your eyes always told the truth,

and I couldn’t stand to know,

so I tried, though I always cried.

It seems apparent, seems forever

a lasting memory is all the matter