some days beg to be relived   though

begging gets you no

where when it comes to reliving days   i

would relive the day   the night

actually   that sandy

and i danced   and danced and danced   then

walked to her room   and did not make

love   she made peanut

butter and honey sandwiches   we

talked about our futures   now

she owns a health food

store and i design artful bits of nothing   i

often find myself thinking about such evenings   and

ache at their distant nature

~

i would relive the day julie and i

lay in the shade and

kissed   but there are days never lived that call

just as compellingly   the day that

c and i never walked on

the beach   how many days didn't we do that   the

evenings never spent chatting over 

drinks   while the expats 

danced and pawed one another   how many 

mornings did the tide roll in or out   unseen 

by me   while she walked 

alone   those days never happened   but they are as real 

to me as the day julie and i lay in the shade   and 

the night sandy and i danced   and danced and danced