I can recall a manic monday

It was a rainy day in the month of June

Wait and return to a sixties and seventies tune

 

I recall silly jokes I used to send

usually on a Wednesday afternoon

and the 'almost' instant responses

 

I can recall barmy Summer nights

sitting on imitation leather chairs, laughing

about slippers and sweaty socks in odd pairs

 

I recall texted messages in multiples of ten

on Fridays or perhaps it would be on a Saturday night?

On weekdays too if my memory srves me right

 

I can recall being given a packet of chocolate biscuits

Poetic adventures; anger and frustration when lost

somewhere  between Manchester and Liverpool

 

I recall he said ''You're haunting me, you!''

and I should have said ''You haunt me too!''

Instead, I smiled and the moment was gone

 

like so many other precious moments

excepting the days when 'he' turns up unexpectedly

and then I look and I think to myself...

 

... and now that time has come

It really doesn't matter any more

He is just a memory now

as I recall songs from a very long time ago

the radio plays 'for the good times'