emc poetry

The wine is so heavy,

your picture in my mind a memory.

Do you still think of me?

On top of the parking garage

that windy fall afternoon

when the sky was pink?

I still remember your black mustang

the way you held my thigh.

The lake air breeze,

my favorite song on the radio.

Take me down the avenue,

I’ll go anywhere with you.

Studded leather jacket,

black snap back.

Hold me like it’s your last time,

in the grass in the back

of the pond by your house.

Baking cookies in September,

and college get togethers.

Dancing in rain showers

and visits to late night diners.

The wine is so heavy,

these pictures in my mind core memories

of two lovers lost in time.