september memories

i wake up with a half smile.
the window is open
the curtains pushed inward
to the bed.

what? she says.
what?

nothing, i tell her, just
thinking of something that happened
once this time of year.

the air, the breeze, the weather
has struck a chord. but it's

ancient history. not to worry,
nothing to fear.

she rolls her eyes.
you remember everything, don't you.
the good or
bad. words said, or unsaid.

things done,
or left undone to you.

unfortunately, yes. i do, i tell
her. so much is crystal
clear.

but it's different now,
i tell her, so different,
my perspective on it all,
has changed
ever since i met you.