Adrian Green

A Sad Remembering

Sometime this will feel
like a long time ago -
rain beating on the library steps.

Lost schooldays
with a swagger of illicit cigarettes,
shoulders hunched against the wind,
come back to us now.

We regress from careful middle age
to furtive youthfulness, the rain
cascading from the roof
we shelter by.

A sad remembering
that one day this will feel
like a long time ago.