Once, when we were young

under a pergola with me

Once, when we were young, and I am not young now, as you still are,

you sat under a pergola with me, watching the koi in our pond nibble at the surface. Inside, a film was on,

probably Dooley at the keys singing in Morocco about how in Paris Time Goes By, “Yes ma’am,”

and lies about Sam going home. Liars.

Who remembers your words that Sunday afternoon be…