Remembrance

I was to remember things, about today. 

How of all things I forgot the memory card for the camera, and so that drive along the Torr Head Scenic Route had to be just for you (us).  How the sun and shadows fell on that green field!  The closures and diversions.  The call to the dealership because you couldn't start it!!!  Fuck, the way the rest of the Friday unfolded for you there, from Larne.  How the rest of the road bent and curled itself just so, hinder and yon, as the words were meant to be used.  The gasps and wonder and classical music.  Elevazione, by Domenico Zipoli (a masterpiece of life).  And Nocturne, by Anthony Phillips. 


Then Derry.  Again.  The choice of Pimms, and the Walls, and the Sun on the bridge over the Foyle.  Your favored girl, of all Ireland, even.  As you waited and waited.  There were other things, to remember, I am sure.  The guy walking on the side of the road, in that jacket with the yellow letters in bold: "Prepare to Meet Thy God."  Afterward, there were the disco ball shoes that walked away in the distance with that pizza, of course.  First, there was the happy birthday music at that crap restaurant.  But necessary.  Then Peader's, amidst the amazing music...  "I wish I was back home in Derry!"  ...  and how you complained about being in Northern Ireland and having to pay with the Queen's money, and he said, first, wait, you are in Ireland! and then noticing his shirt.  The 40th anniversary of Bloody Sunday.  The green Free Derry bracelet.  Etc.  Let me buy you a pint.  But I can't buy your round back!  Doesn't matter.  Then the smile.  The electric violin.  The toe-taping.  Never too old to rock.  And all the boys demonstrating just how it is so. 

That music was so so good.  And that random camcorder, god bless him, got it all.  Tits included.

Then Sandinos.  Liam.  The Parisian and the Pole.  And our girl in Derry, decked out like mad.  Carry her on your back to Rockets?  Wish it was further.  Heh.

But there were other things to remember.  The walk and sunset on the Walls.  The kiss on the cheek from the random teenage.  The deliciousness of Pimms, despite the cold hands.  The 7.99 memory card after missing it earlier.  "I never thought I'd see you again."  Another missed last call at Sandinos, and just photos.  Eery sense of snoring as opposed to the wind in this room keeping you up, as before.  And the soft feel of her legs, as she drops you off...   ah, Moving On.  yeah?  I'll remember.  Well.

Don't forget your shovel.  Let's head for Waterford.  Kate Riley's Kitchen!  There's always tomorrow...  And then...  oh, Ireland.  You are so beautiful, how can I leave you... promise me you'll bring me back with someone fair?  I've learned oh so much, and so little.  It breaks my heart.