The act. The remains

Remember me in a summer's dream

Summer stock

Grass under our bare feet

How you called William, Billy

And we rolled our pants to our knees

“Breeches"

Fitting

"Fetching" you smiled

Your laugh was a sonnet in and of itself

Fitting

"Fetching” I smiled

That summer

That smile

Was everything

And I can recall it, as plain as day

I can write it and recite it

Like poetry

And I have

So many times it seems

To Helena

From Demetrius

Forever we shall be