from the retrospect to the modern

do you remember my smile?
do you remember the scarcity of its meek exposure?
each time a smirk is shed i feel fragments of you.
have you recalled my shy attitude and secluded manner?
have you forgotten the kisses i sealed to each spoken word,
or has it all replayed in your dreams like it has mine?
(surely though, i doubt it has)
the lackadaisical segments conclude nebulous
like slow movements from the clock's two slender arms.
do you remember those poems which i used to pen,
so crudely and foolishly scribbled in dedication to you?
well, i've read over them in simple study,
each one seeming so...inane, in context, i suppose.
(which isn't to say that in the context of you all is inane,
but rather stating that the approaches made infer to such)
do you remember when i concurred to love?
i remember your nearly exact words on the matter:
"nathan, i can honestly say that i love you".
i still, on occasion, relive the momentary chill
from the retrospect to the modern.
and lastly, do you remember my fumbling departure,
and how i avariciously attempted to regain you?

i remember it all.