Did the shadows fall
to the left or to the right
when we remembered that night?
I can tell you now
that I see the beige of my suit
and the velvety maroon of the upholstery,
both which crumpled under pressure.
And still there are no shadows
and no direct points of light,
despite our intensity.
Time and weather have a way of smoothing the surface and rounding the edges,
don't they?
