And I remember,
The soft crisps of dried leaves,
Scattered on the pavement.
The chills of winds that blew north.
The shaking hands…
The warmth and comfort.
The soft graze of sweet gestures.
Of brushing those wrinkles of your shirt.
I remember it all.
I remember why we fall.
Like lace coaelacing the thread that weaves in between spaces.
I remember the courage.
That took us to that state.
I remember… Now.
I wish I didn’t.
Cause it also reminded me of how we fell.