Looking Back, Walking Away

How well do you remember
walking in shallow water
and watching the ripples walk away
with the memories you’d made?

How could I forget
falling backwards through train tunnels
and towers we built while climbing them
or the bricks we kicked around afterwards?

Don’t tell me it was you
who burned down our hidden bridge
built out of split trees and yellow bruises
that we hid in the woods

and where did it all go
when I came back in ‘98
just to see the mysteries we’d been?
I guess sometimes we make up our memories

~ by two of us, riding rainclouds on July 30, 2009.