Once, underneath a yellow teacup of a room, I told you I’d love you always. Small and wingless, I held you within the very center of my vision, tracing your little boy smiles with love in my heart. Once, many years later, your hair the same color as the berry liquor we drank, I told you, again, I’d always love you. Later, we made angels in the snow, and watched the early morning trains haul their weary mechanical selves through the early morning cold. ..don’t you believe in what you remember?

Once, underneath a yellow teacup of a room, I told you I’d love you always. Small and wingless, I held you within the very center of my vision, tracing your little boy smiles with love in my heart.

Once, many years later, your hair the same color as the berry liquor we drank, I told you, again, I’d always love you. Later, we made angels in the snow, and watched the early morning trains haul their weary mechanical selves through the early morning cold.


..don’t you believe in what you remember?