college was not that cruel
we were in fact crazy, looking for thrills
dark movie houses, we tried to know what
rubbing means and touching the wrong parts
of our bodies, we spat we swallowed some
errors and laughed the hardest when we
finally got wet... with what? with whom?
when was that? do you remember?
do you miss them? or me?

the campus grounds were always greener
the trees with more leaves
and the chapel were full of us
worshippers
we had written more poems
that now when we try reading again
our bodies shake
we giggle about our romantic clumsiness
when we fell in love
to the wrong person the wrong time the wrong place

you left the country for good
hmmm, chicago and new york and maryland
dollars, in the name of the mighty dollars and
family above all
college and a new house, a farm to develop
students to send to universities

it is a hot summer day here
i am getting older and
hmm, not really lonelier, just missing you
just plain nostalgic moments

this clumsiness of being out of love
when everyone is getting over with poverty
escaping away from third world prisons

this sigh of not being one with the rest
they have forgotten how to read
the lines of poetry, moving on with their lives
away..... where can the rest be? i do not know...

but just in case.... here i am...it is still me
on a hot summer day...those college days...still clumsy...

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-you-on-a-hot-summer-day/