Remote Possibility

Remote Possibility

Meeting you is a remote possibility
Only I could remember you to the best of my ability
I enter that grove of trees
That was but our pleasant cool shade
The wind with its casual speed
Used to rustle leaves of trees
To that familiar grove my inclination natural
Where I knew of other couples
Rather meditative
Dying in their birth
And resurrecting themselves from their death
Again I think of meeting you
But that is remote possibility
That is reality
I might become dove
Only to coo our love
And would watch the cooed love
Slowly dying in the cool shade