Thunderstorms and Apple Trees

Do you remember,

that cloudy, summer day?

We settled on a walk,

through the grass with wind and sway.

Do you remember,

we climbed the apple trees?

We stuffed them in our stretched, worn shirts.

The sin that scrapped our knees.

Do you remember,

strolling t'wards the stables?

The horse's lips tickled our palms,

Feeding what apples we were able.

Do you remember,

the roar of thunder crack?

We hit the earth fast as we could,

the rocky gravel, comfort lacked.

Do you remember,

the scent of the fresh cut grass?

Dragged our bodies with our elbows,

to avoid one lightning flash.

Do you remember,

we laid to face the clouds?

Too dark of pictures to decide,

Imagination can't allow.

Do you remember,

Our mommas called us home?

I crawled you to your white, front porch,

and then I crawled the rest alone.

I'm afraid you don't remember,

the day of thunderstorms and apple trees.

Electricity filling all past's air,

Presently thirst you here with me.

I'm afraid you don't remember,

the moment filled with warm, grey and bliss.

Starring at the shadowed sky,

a moment recalled, I should miss.

I'm afraid you don't remember,

just how innocent we really were.

The day of thunderstorms and apple trees,

faded in memory, now a blur.

Do you remember?