Is it so easy to forget, or just a ploy to ignore,
all those afternoons spent, on the grassy lawns.
Lying side by side , under the soft winter sunlight
facing the open sky, eternity mirrored in our eyes.
Peanut shells strewn around us and those small
cups of tea, warm and steaming , as we were within.
If you try a little harder, you may still remember,
that corner under the staircase of the house where
you lived then, or, the small attic on the roof ?
Where we used to steal those moments away, from
the prying world, exploring new horizons of delight
trembling bodies intetwined and the thirsty lips.
Those were the days.
Try hard as you may, they will be a part of our lives always.
So, let them remain with us.