There will always be that one December night. A cool, black night with twinkling stars. The setting was under a plumeria tree in a hot tub on the rooftop. The rooftop of some now nameless hotel in Hawaii. The moment I savor was our first stolen kiss in a hot tub beneath the plumeria with stars as witnesses. The pictures of us have long since disappeared – eaten by a hard drive that also died before its time.
Do you remember? Do you remember that cold December night? This year makes 10 years. It had been 9 years, 5 months since that magical romantic moment. I’m still waiting for a similar one to appear.
Memorial Day begins in just over an hour. I remember. Do you remember? I can’t kiss your lips, hold your hand, or even call you on the phone. But this weekend the tears on my pillow represent the memory of you. That’s all I can do… Remember you. A cool, dark night on the rooftop in Hawaii. A solider who left combat boots hanging on my heart. I remember you.