i remember getting old

we know more now than we knew then . we were younger smiles came easy and memories were made like spun cotton candy and one pony carousels . there were fewer reasons to cry more seasons to fly and the red in red roses seemed never to fade away . it was easy to laugh and run into the forest golden with morning to lay for hours watching clouds and read poetry, never turning the page because the words we swallowed were our own . your lips were soft and mine memorized them and sometimes it seemed that we knew more …and how i wish we had because then we would have made love in forbidden places and left the taste of chocolate on our lips . now we are older and memories are fading faster than the lifting fog we cry easier and more often for no reason and smiles only crawl across our faces because the carousel stopped long ago . will you remember me when i walk slowly? will you be there to remind me who i am? i will stand beside you always though i may forget your eye color and why you look at me with tear-filled eyes . the sky will always be ours to share… trees will cause us to stop and try to remember when we walked onto the moss-covered floor hugging trees and one another . and the star-filled sky laying like a blanket over sausalito will cause our hearts to stir and remember the color of desire when we laughed and kissed with lips softened by passion when memories melted, flowing like a meandering stream to places of our hearts reserved for one day, one day when these celebrations are all we have even memories are stonewashed until gone completely and I search to know your name as I once searched to know your body. tolbert