We ate the dinner I prepared. <br />Strong coffee followed. <br />Relaxing in the living room. <br />Talking about this and that and other things. <br />We had a memory or two that sustained us <br />in our conversations. <br />Our talking covered a variety of topics <br />and we <br />rambled on happily in our remembering. <br />Was it really over twenty years ago <br />that we were high school students? <br />This was our link, our bond, our <br />sense of who we were and who we are. <br />What I remembered you remembered. <br />What I believed, so did you. <br />We shared our views on history <br />as if our words were golden idols <br />which we could worship at our pleasure. <br />The only topics we skirted were those <br />that dealt with who we are now. <br />Avoiding comparisons with our ambitions, <br />we compared only those events that <br />had happened a long time ago. <br />Abstract meanderings on people we knew <br />and places we had wandered to. <br />We followed our coffee with dessert. <br />A pleasant tasting cake which <br />you had baked and brought to our reunion. <br />I wonder what flavour of ice cream <br />would be most appropriate <br />with a cake that was filled <br />with yesterday?<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-dinner-we-remembered/
