Let me tell you what I remember most:
Sitting on a bench
on that park we stumbled upon
when we both decided to walk around the city one late afternoon
walking until our feet hurt, laughing so loud people thought we were drunk.
We sat there, just listening to the sound of our breaths, taking time
waiting for the lights to come on,
for the wind to blow on the crystal chimes hung on the trees alive with leaves,
enfolding us.
Everything was so vivid...
like time was taking a photograph of us
perhaps knowing that the moment would come
when memories are but blurred images,
their meaning tampered by time
and we'd be reduced to telling each other
what we remember most.
