Do you remember the scent of Saturday mornings?

Do you remember the scent of Saturday mornings?

Oscar's voice, and how much we anticipated

with every cell in our body 8am TV?

And how you sat in the couch like a frail

bird and rainy water and showers

and caramel coffee was there.

And how you

always

seemed

to send me

into a quaint

place

of

delirium.

 

Do you remember the taste of aunt claire's pies?

and the tugboat toys and how TV was tranquil

and the commercials didn't bother us.

And how the bleakness,

that leak

in the back

of our

heads

had not yet

set

in.

 

Do you remember me knocking on your door everyday?

your eyes barely reaching the hole

but you could still tell it was me.

And do you remember

how the sea

sailed to

the shore

and how

we drowned

and

drifted

apart.

 

Do you remember

how time was time?

And when it got longer

and shorter at the

same time.

and how you

used to say

"sorry

I'm so out of breath

right now."

 

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