Remember, Remember

I feel the faintness
of memory stroking my heart
to awaken and
recollect.

Remember: the sepia grounds
of our first kiss?
Remember: the plethora of voices
suddenly dipping into
silence when I said that
I love you?
Remember: you staring at the lake
feeling the largeness of love
quickly confessed?

It's a pity that
I can't smell you anymore,
frame your face in the
shadows of my heart,
feel your hand in mine
or even get enmeshed in
the infinite brown
pools you called eyes.

Most of all
the pity is that it's an
effort
to even remember
what greatness you and I
once were.