Remember Me as a Time of Day

Please don’t remember me as the
Way I put my head down when I
Got upset or the way my voice got
High when I tried to tell you to forget.

Please don’t remember me as
The tear-stained pillow or
Half-smoked cigarette
Laying in my kitchen
(That you probably left).

Remember me as a time of day—
A Friday at three, the feeling of
Jumping off a swing
Before the weekend begins or
Running before it made you
So damn out of breath.

Remember me as the buzz
You already had on a Friday
Afternoon, because you simply
couldn’t wait.

Remember me as freedom
And warmth, as 2 p.m. drowsiness
Turned to 3 p.m. life.

Remember me as a time of day,
So you won’t have to remember why
I left.