Do You Remember Me? Poem by Alistair Adkinson

Do you remember window-unit nights,
and dreams of curtains floating on an ocean breeze –
some never-will-happen fantasy
that helped us through our early days?

Do you remember the way things used to be -
walking together through a thousand desperate nights
that ticked off far too quickly,
and became a thousand years between?

Do you remember hating me,
and loving what you hoped I’d be,
regretting the life we’d chosen,
and a host of broken dreams?

Do you remember me?