Do you remember, really? Do you remember the first gentle breeze The precursor to indescribable moments like those and these? Do you remember? Do you recall that fall, when thoughts and pens were reintroduced to ink when magenta leaves drifted upon scrolls tempting parched quills to drink? Can you recapture that inkling that we've met on another plane? Knowing those thoughts have been exchanged before, we found ourselves at a loss to explain that familiarity Do you recollect when hands held began to caress and undress and hushed thoughts turned into reasons to confess Remember that? And what of those times when you lingered in between pauses of silence and misty mornings, and mere words failed to capture the causes for those feelings Those feelings that won't allow us to forget... Remember?