there is someone in my life that i associate with the moon and he was such an unexpected part of my holiday last month. he was quite surprised that i still remember that night in school when he sang 'my foolish heart' to me. i was telling him this while winding up our jog one morning at the seaside. he was even more surprised when i told him that he kissed me first one night while we were walking on this very seaside. how could i remember all this, he asked. "i guess, you just don't forget the good things!" forty-some years and nothing's changed, the feelings i mean.one time, he let out a 'what if it had been you and me?', staring out to the sea, a poignant expression in his face; his wife about ten metres away from us, angst in her face, and myself smiling like a cheshire cat.
"i still got it!" was all i could tell my friend when i got back from the run that morning.
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