Us
A few months of 'us'
was enough, but memory
has no expiration date.
I do mostly forget who us were
way back then.
I forget how we slept together
did we sometimes
snuggle together like puppies,
or did we just lay there unhinged
by unbridled nights of carnality?
I do recall rocking back and forth
on the top of a coastal cliff,
swaying over a crabbed axle
(risky for an Austin Mini,
with a corroded back door).
Metal, lust, and rusts,
yet that was us.
Decades later I found an old photo of us.
I was clearing out the garage.
Maybe I was tired and hot,
maybe I was in a bad mood,
but I threw ‘us’ away in the trash bin.
That evening though
I drank more than usual.
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