at the stars

i forget where we were coming back from as we turned down that road. i can still see the top of the ferris wheel peaking out over that building. you pointed for me to turn. i reminded you that you were the one with a curfew. your smile and dimples assured me that a few minutes more would be okay. you reminded me that your mom loved me, and would let my bad influence slide. we found a place to park, got out and walked down that dark alley. you stood on the curb, balancing yourself on the edge, looking down at me. you were days away from going off to school. your insecurity and awkwardness brought a smile to my face. more beautiful than anyone i knew, but you didn't see that. you talked of getting through school and moving to new york city. you asked me if i'd move there with you when you came back home. i smiled and asked you if you'd even remember me when you got back home. i looked up at the stars when you turned to look at me looking at you. i wanted to remember every tiny fragment of that moment. the warm summer breeze, your smile, the music from the merry-go-round playing behind us, the stars. i wanted to remember then. now i find myself unable to forget.