As the music plays.

I remember enough
for the both of us.

How the small hairs on
the back of your neck
sway to the sweep
of my hot breath.

How, magically,
your hands seem to
fill the gaps of mine.

How, by some fortunate circumstance,
we finish each other's sentences--
and then smile sheepishly so
right after.

I remember the moments, the secrets,
the laughs, the inner butterflies.

I remember for us both.

- May 27, 2004 -
- 6:15 PM -
- Archinet, Taguig-