down to the lake

you are reminded of the time
you went down the hill to the lake.
how still it was.
how cold and close to ice
the water was.
you remember how the sand
took your shoe,
making it sink deep into the muck
leaving an imprint of where
you stood.
you were there. do you remember?
do you remember
the white of the day.
the vagueness of our
relationship. the awkwardness
of holding hands.
how hard it was to get back
up the hill to where the car
was parked, slipping,
and slipping. not a single
laugh to be found.