thinking of the weekend we were in love

Do you remember the weekend we were in love?
Friday, September 30th through Sunday, October 2nd,
(although it didn't survive Sunday afternoon)
that unseasonably warm autumn my hair was red as leaves
and you curled a lock around your finger to draw me in.
Do you remember what you said to me on Saturday?
I don't recall the exact phrasing
but it was along the lines of "you're beautiful
and mean the world to me," and then I had to kiss you
to shut you up because I had a feeling it wouldn't last.
Do you remember the things we shared--
the cups of tea, long walks, confidences?
Now you can't even meet my gaze for a few seconds.
Am I the only one who remembers the weekend we were in love?