The Real You Poem by Celia AmanteaSchulz

I love my memories of you

The good...and the bad.

The ones that I Have yet to explore...

The ones that I can not grasp

as I try to put meaning to.

The ones that pass overhead with the honking geese.

The ones that follow the last warm breezes of October

When the sun is still strong enough for sandals and short sleeves.



The real you asked me

To travel with you

to a place that would keep the summer alive

Just a little longer...

In a week from now...


the trip of dreams.



But I said NO!

You are not the true keeper

Of my heart!

It is the fantasy you create

That is the dream I labor

To keep alive.