Do you remember when the days were warm?
When we didn't know who we were,
But we knew the stars were burning,
And the hayfields calling,
And there would always be crackers at home.
Do you remember frisbees and bare feet?
Catching crawdads in the streams?
Leaning on one another's shoulders as campfires popped?
Our laughter floated up like fireflies in the dark,
Into the silver memory of lost years.
We each blazed trails, unearthing ourselves
And forgetting each other;
But sunsets and tire swing days
Still hang in my heart like photos in the attic;
Please say you remember them too.