Trespassing

You ask me if I remember but
So many things I do not,
Because I hold recollections
Of other times, other places,
Crowding out here-and-now.


When I walk the very paths
You do, I feel another time
in those same places, when
You can only see how they
Are now. I am out of place.


Wisps of unnamed people walk
Beside me making it hard for me
To listen to you.  I know corners
Before I turn them and I go silent
Letting these places speak to me.


I try to mesh your here-and-now
With my places out of time so
You become part of my memories
So I can take you with me, the
Same way you have loved me.