Something
keeps tickling the
inside of my memory.
The stars are all in rows
like the first time we kissed.
It was December, I remember,
beneath the glow of a streetlight.
My hands were wet
with dew and cold sweat.
I'd been here before,
I'd seen you before,
but never like this.
There was something I needed to say,
but I lost it between your lips.
I can't remember now,
but I wish I could.
Maybe then...
