I Remember You (2007) Poem by Josh Alfred

These things,
make me remember you.
Sometimes,
at the end of November,
when the wind catches the leaves,
and the dusk runs away at five,
I remember you.

When the air stirs with an aroma.
And the wind hits my lungs
brisk,
I remember you.

On occasion,
Looking at the stones
on the beach,
beneath my feet,
so far away from life,
I remember you.

I can't remember how you were,
but only how you are.
So subtle that thought.
Like an unexpected breeze.
Or the darkness of a room
whose light has vanished.
When I write my poetry.
I quiver with that one impression,
I remember you.