When the night is lonely
The music sweet…and of a time when we were together
Into the past
Those long telephone conversations
Where even the long silences were so so fulfilling.
When that uncontrollable laughter used to get at us.
The little barbs that we made at each other which amused us equally.
When the possessiveness for each other got funny.
A Tear forms slowly
Ever so slowly
At the corner of my eye
And rolls down my cheek.
And I pray to God
If that means
That what I remember so vividly
You do no remember at all.