Your Love Is Remembered Poem by John W. McEwers

When we spent that night in Buffalo
your arms around me felt like warm
water balloon animals that wiggled
up and down and back and forth
when you laughed with me

We were ready, stoic against the fear,
and we decided to name her Amy,
and that she would be a movie star
one day.

Under glorious newly wet sheets
we curled and panted like sled dogs
and it felt like we had just
melted the snow off of our hearts.

You had that waldorf salad at lunch.