Winter forgets summer's memories

There were two
on the hill behind the brick building.
Together there, looking up at the clouds
making shapes, naming them
as they reflect in her eyes.
Watching them shift into others
and fade away.

There were two
when the blue changed to midnight.
Together there, ankle deep in the green grass
walking familiar fields
as the moon shone, bright in their eyes.
Laying their cares and themselves
down in the street.

There was one
who threw it all to the wind.
Alone there, scattering promises for nothing
smiling in photographs
hiding the pain in his eyes.
But I can see you're
conveniently forgetting
the two who once shared and
that she still cares.

Forgetting conveniently
me.