By CAROL HAJOST

Remember that day
  when you first took my hand
  and we walked along the road?

Remember when we
  came to the snow
  and had a snowball fight?

You washed my face
  and I put snow down your back.

Remember when it got dark
  and started to rain, and I fell in the mud?

Can you remember
  when we came back to the tressel
  and how happy we were?

I was happy then. . . but
I don't love you.
I'm sorry.