I Remember Puerto Vallarta

John RC Potter

Memories. Those distant days.

The sun. The sea. The beach. The view.

And of course, the music,

the Christmas music:

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

My memories are like a film.

I remember your face,

but not your name.

I thought it was love.

But what is love?

A moment in time,

in a special place.

Sometimes I think of you.

A beautiful young man.

Unfortunately, I forgot who you were,

but I can’t forget the man.