A brief description of failed dreams and a life that might have been.


Do You Remember Me?

Do you remember window-unit nights
and dreams of curtains floating on an ocean breeze –
some never-will-happen fantasy
that helped us through our early days?

Do you remember the way things used to be -
walking together through a thousand desperate nights
that ticked off far too quickly,
and became a thousand years between?

Do you remember hating me,
and loving what you hoped I'd be,
regretting the life we'd chosen,
and a host of broken dreams?

Do you remember me?




Poetry by Alistair Adkinson
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Written on 2008-03-13 at 19:25

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John Lambremont, Sr.
I really like the term "window-unit nights". Great connotation of the the kind of apartments most of us had to endure in our salad days.
2008-03-13


Rob Graber
"Do you remember hating me,
and loving what you hoped I'd be":

Potent lines in a most effective text!
2008-03-13