I can still remember the Northwest moonlight and the way she smiled as I twirled her around, circle after circle
as if time had lapsed and I had fell
into an abyss of never-ending sedation and bliss
our dancing shadows under the worn wooden gazebo
or simply her reflection in Lake Washington
the ripples of water resembling panes of glass.
No longer a puppet to the past.
Memories of frigid bathroom tile
and those five frozen words
rot my brain to this day
and somehow I'm still happy
that it turned out this way.