What Can I Remember. Poem by Carrie D'Amato

I remember our first conversation,
when, I read you as if you had already revealed your soul to me.

I remember the drive to your house,
and the dilapidated barn that was on your street.

I remember a blush,
and a kiss on the hand with old world courtliness.

I remember long walks through the woods,
where you seemed so at peace with yourself.

I remeber phone calls through the night,
when, we could feel each other even while miles away.

I remember dancing,
with your arms around me,
with your scent clinging to me,
and feeling the words of the song.

I remember parting;
leaning against the wall of the staircase
because I couldn't make it to my room before I broke.

I remember dark nights,
ones that no longer held comfort or romance.

I remember so many details,
but I can't remembe our first kiss.