by David Young
You don’t remember, do you?
It happened to us both
A mere dozen dreams ago.
Where were we?
Were you wearing blue or green?
And was I young and strong then?
As you were young and lovely
Your hair as black as ebony
Your eyes as dark.
I do remember.
Some place that’s very deep inside
You must remember too.
— from Juniper Volume 1, Issue 3