Thinking Backwards
If I die now
At least you will
Have read me
And that feels good
As good as when we
Showered
In the forest
With only a bucket
And sun warm rain
Between us
But weren’t those
The days
Laying leafy and curled
Mid canopy filtered
Solar rays
And shyness behind us
The kind of days
Poets crave and
Films are made of
Too golden for eyes
And just a splash of green
Both here and there
To finger and caress
I used to smoke back then
Remember
But crave you now
More than I ever did
Those Marlboro’s
Funny isn’t it
I often think about
Our little echoes
And where all those
Smoke rings went
And do you ever wonder
What happened to our laughter
I know I very often do ……