Haunted

Since then, ninety-two days had come and gone, 
one after another in faceless procession. 
I remember being amused by ninety-two. 
In one respect, the number did not fit; 
who ever thought of the seemingly round span 
from April 1 to July 1 as ninety-two days? 
But in another respect altogether, 
the number was perfect. It was in ’92 
that I had first become enamored with 
the bilingual city to which I returned, 
and so the count on that day has stuck 
with me in the years that passed me since.