On Days Like This

On days like this I forget. We are busy, sexy, laughing, walking, eating oysters, and semolina cake with sweet basil sauce. We walk a museum for hours and we visit a new library and sit to read. We sing in the car and we catch some of the Yankees game at night. He says, “Next summer we should go to…” and I say “Yes, let’s make plans to…”. And then I remember.