Two Years One day, I opened a cabinet door that I vowed to stay away, In it contained a metal tin and

a DVD, one which you left years ago and never reclaimed. Curiously I felt the time was right, obviously I was in for a surprise. I sat down on the couch as Ive done before, looked at the DVD player door and slid in the disk, Made a bag of popcorn and tried to forget the rest. No matter how much time passes, how the perfume fades or the memory eludes us. No matter how far we tend to move on, Sometimes memories linger in the objects weve forgotten for so long. As I begin to watch the movie, filmed years ago, taking place in the 50s. I cant help but to remember when you were here watching it with me. I can remember very little besides the fact that it happened here, Cant remember the story since at that time I really didnt care. But its those small mistakes that you tend to regret, Those little errors that overwrite all the rights youve did. Because when you love someone its never enough. The more you give to them the harder it is to stay on top. As the movie unfolds, all I remember were our own stories we hold. I pop out the disc and replace it in its case. It was only two years ago that you left it at my place. Two years doesnt seem like too much time, In the big picture, it isnt enough time to look for what youve been trying to find. So I put the DVD back in the cabinet, close the wooden door and think nothing more of it. I open the canister you had given me that day. The perfume is locked inside, I close it so that frozen in time the moment may stay. Maybe in a few more years, I can watch that movie again, And the smell of perfume will no longer pervade my befuddled head. Anthony K. Rosales