It didn't feel like we were making memories.

The summer sun cast
 long shadows
On the white sand. 
A coolng breeze lifts sand from
The surrounding dunes 
As it softly touches my face

I see you here once more
Your lips pecking playfully
upon my cheek. 
I climb the rickety steps 
To the old clambar. 
Still here caught
 in a time trap 
of the early sixties.
It's broken neon sign
Still missing several letters. 

I walk inside in the Dark bar. 
Sip on an ice cold beer.
Just as we did back then. 
The Wurlitzer jukebox 
Still takes dimes. 
I hit B24 as always. 
Ella sings 
every time we say goodbye.

I can feel your 
fingers in my hand.
You want to dance slow. 
On the tiny parquet floor. 

Two ghost are dancing
They are so young
 his hair is too long
She is beautiful 
with eyes that sparkle. 

They are in love 
These ghost. 
They fade away
Just as you did
So very long ago. 

I remember them now. 
I think they are us. 

AUTH9RS NOTE
INSPIRED BY. 

WE DIDNT REALIZE WE WERE MAKING MEMORIES. 
WE JUST THOUGHT WE WERE HAVING FUN. 

WINNIE THE POOH.