college was not that cruel <br />we were in fact crazy, looking for thrills <br />dark movie houses, we tried to know what <br />rubbing means and touching the wrong parts <br />of our bodies, we spat we swallowed some <br />errors and laughed the hardest when we <br />finally got wet... with what? with whom? <br />when was that? do you remember? <br />do you miss them? or me? <br /> <br />the campus grounds were always greener <br />the trees with more leaves <br />and the chapel were full of us <br />worshippers <br />we had written more poems <br />that now when we try reading again <br />our bodies shake <br />we giggle about our romantic clumsiness <br />when we fell in love <br />to the wrong person the wrong time the wrong place <br /> <br />you left the country for good <br />hmmm, chicago and new york and maryland <br />dollars, in the name of the mighty dollars and <br />family above all <br />college and a new house, a farm to develop <br />students to send to universities <br /> <br />it is a hot summer day here <br />i am getting older and <br />hmm, not really lonelier, just missing you <br />just plain nostalgic moments <br /> <br />this clumsiness of being out of love <br />when everyone is getting over with poverty <br />escaping away from third world prisons <br /> <br />this sigh of not being one with the rest <br />they have forgotten how to read <br />the lines of poetry, moving on with their lives <br />away..... where can the rest be? i do not know... <br /> <br />but just in case.... here i am...it is still me <br />on a hot summer day...those college days...still clumsy...<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-you-on-a-hot-summer-day/
