Catalina

I remember Tahoe,
We were young.
I remember our friends,
They young too.
I remember our parents,
Together still.
I remember our future,
We still owned it.
And I remember secrets.

I remember Avalon,
Our lost weekend.
I remember a good book in hand,
The one you gave me.
I remember you smiling,
No trace of betrayal.
I remember a tent left open,
Though the night was cold.
And I remember secrets.

I remember,
The innocence.
I remember,
The moments.
I remember,
The living.
I remember,
The future.
I remember,
The secrets.

© 2008, Tim (P) Prendeville

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