Reunion

Remember me?

Remember when we danced and the band stopped playing just to watch us? Remember how happy we were? It wasn't our wedding but we were the couple in all the photographs. Remember the first taste of the champagne and how you touched my thigh under the table and how I blushed and how you smiled to reassure me that no-one was looking?

How pretty you were. The flower from the table I placed in your hair and the lipbalm you left on my cheek to say thank you and our conversation that rose above the music.

Remember how tired we were and how we fell asleep in each others arms and I snored and you giggled? How you nudged me to stay awake and listen to the waltz that seemed to go on forever?

Remember our favourite song of the night - that I have long since forgotten? I wonder - do you still hum its tune while you are distracted?

Remember running? And me chasing?

It was a summers night and my shoes were beside yours, behind the french doors which let the light onto the lawn, and the grass was cool between our toes. You fell down, on purpose, and the game became more intimate but you would not let me kiss you.

"Not yet," I remember you saying. "Maybe when we're grown up."

Well - I'm older now - remember me?