remembering things

there are certain things I always like to remember
like running half-naked through a rain storm
in a drunken world awash with its own madness
flooding me away with it
and back into the abyss

and other times I remember
the minute chatter
amid the faint pitter patter
of the little feet and the little heads
of a boy and girl still living their lives
between a laugh and a song
with little hand upon little hand
as if each had a friend found
in a silent scream of joy

these are things I like to remember
for in remembering them
I remember myself.