Memory of Juliet 1962.

That day in summer,

us sitting in the field of tall grass

discussing out lives

after school was done.

Nothing planned,

no real goals set out,

just the sense of freedom

from the classroom.

I sit sipping coffee,

listening to Chopin,

thinking of that long ago summer,

your voice on the air,

your laughter,

your laughing eyes.

All beauty blooms

and fades and dies.

I see you still sitting there,

captured in a memory,

although in truth

you are no more,

cancer stole you away

they say,

but in memory,

that summer,

that field of tall grass,

you remain untouched,

your laughter in the air,

if I sit sipping coffee,

listening to Chopin,

it's just you

and me.