Many Years Ago

Many Years Ago


Many years have past
since we'd meet
for early morning coffee
at Woolworth's.
It's gone now
but, the memory remains.

Then, there was shopping
at the outdoor market
for fresh fruit
we'd share for lunch
in the park
across the street.

There were movies
we attended
but, didn't watch.
At Lac Philippe
we spent our time
sharing a blanket.

In winter,
we'd meet for beer
at the university pub.
I first kissed you
on your birthday.
My heart fluttered.

You haven't changed.
Your Facebook photo
is the you I remember.
I've aged -- white hair now.
Do you, on occasion,
think of our love?