Bygone, I harboured three girls in one bed. They now <br />harvest rumpled smiles and yield nervous babble mid <br />powwow, apropos… “Remember when”? There is <br />not a word with respect to our hush-hush as we <br />cackle and grin. <br /> <br />We are seasoned today and what happened then is <br />unlikely now, except for what we have filed away <br />within, from the time of… “Remember when”? <br />One can never relive the past but for the retrieval, of <br />good memories. <br /> <br />Periodically I am alone, I shape-shift and we are <br />three girls and a boy the way we were at eighteen. <br />So fluent so fresh so sleek… “Remember when”? <br />They whisper my name, I close my eyes and I <br />wickedly wish. <br /> <br />I have enough generic with cads and rascals and <br />I have no remorse. And oh my, how mellow we have ripened. <br />Time is shifting into high gear now and one day we shall fey <br />toward our fast future and crash, one by one and we will… <br />“Remember when”.<br /><br />William Cavanagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shape-shifting-2/
