Lost Time

Larry D. Fort

Returning to the café, Suede over parquet Sipping tea, reading Proust To remember the day   Tongue tastes madeline Suddenly you’re there again In my dreams, on my lips Do you remember when   The world fell away That wet Spring day And no words could describe What we wanted to say   We hid behind Stanzas and lines Afraid of our future Cloaked and clandestine   As I stood by our shrine, I learned to leave behind The grins, the glances Please keep me in mind.