Do you remember?

Do you remember? 

I’m sure that you do.

The nights when we drank

The nights when we spewed. 

Your little skirts 

and the endless black tights.

And those tired walks home

When dark had turned light. 

You remember the letters? 

Or the hours we slept

Remember the laughter

Or the tears that we wept. 

But do you remember 

The pub where we went,

This song? We sang and we sang

Like a stress release vent. 

Microphone in hand

I never knew the lyrics

But you’d giggle say

But we always sing it. 

We always sung it. 

Do you remember?

I’m sure that you do

My friend from the past,

that I once knew. 
Karen Hayward ©2016