I remember, do you?

I remember our laughter,

my hand warm in his, dancing like  moonlight

across the crooked wooden bridge,

the gurgle of water against the row boat,

swimming under moonlight.

I remember

nestling against him at night 

in his tent, hidden back in the woods,

I was so young.

I remember you, Nao, giggling in 

the kitchen, listening to Maggie's reprimands

and her delicous zucchini ratatouille,

the gardens and Will, the smell of fresh 

laundry filling our nostrils as we made 

beds, cleaned bathrooms and 

built a crooked bridge together.

do you remember, Nao?  

we danced like moonlight across

our crooked bridge, shucked our clothing

and swam under the stars.