CanIRemember.

Can I remember?
When heartstrings pulled,
and when our minds tangled in the mess of nothingness.
Blissful speeches and drawn lines,
with awkward silences and the sun glistening between your eyes.
And collarbones for support of the weary heads,
where playful yawns rest,
nestling for space.

Can I remember?
Nostalgic photos printed and cut,
after meals of insatiable delight.
Tears that would flow not for sadness,
but for the reading of lips that moved too soon.
Songs played out of tune that didn't matter,
for words replaced and gave a deeper influence,
of pure bliss.

Tell me.
Can I remember?