Forsythia

The hum of the air conditioner brings me back to the center

From the swirl of thoughts and the in-between

Thinking about the last time we were in each other's company

Spring's arrival pushing its way into the night air 

The sighs of late March heard in the breeze over having to give up her crown

The forsythia in the park slumped in a heap from the weight of being an early bloomer

You and me on the corner under a street lamp

Sensing change but unsure about how to access the threshold

Did we laugh that night?

I can't remember

I remember the soft light from the candles on the table

I remember I cried

Did we embrace?

I can't remember

I remember the color of the sky with little flecks of peach and violet

I remember we walked seventeen and a half blocks

There was a savoring

An inner knowing to hang on

But I couldn't hold it all

I'm remembering the best parts I suppose

I remember the little bird perched on the newspaper stand just as you called my name when you turned the corner

I remember not wanting to say goodnight