My old friend, do you remember?
How hours rolled away slowly
Like the swash on a calm, clear day
As if we had all the time in the world
Summers full of sunlight
The sweet smell of heat and salt in the air
With unheavy hearts and unburdened minds
Sand between our brightly painted toes
Leaving fleeting footprints in the strand
Sunburned skin cooling to a tan
Beneath gauzy cotton dresses
Hanging lightly on our gazelle bodies
While the breeze tousled our tresses
Streaked with copper and gold
There were pretty boys we loved so desperately
But soon forgotten when the seasons changed
How easily broken hearts mended
When we were butterflies flitting in the wind
Yes I remember…
And I smile as I see what we’ve become
But now we will have fun again
Like we did when we were beautiful
Tag: nostalgia
Pretty
You said I had an interesting face
I knew you loved me then
When pretty girls were always eager
You chose a complicated woman
Not an easy path
Trampling the brittle bones
Of my past
While I would turn back
And try to resurrect them
Never really closing doors
So that the slightest breeze
Would blow them open
Oh, how you begged me
To give you the keys
But their weight in my pocket
Was a strange comfort to me
As if the chance to keep looking
At the scorched earth outside
Would remind me of the love
I now possessed
But even after all this time
With all your reassurances
And the absolute surety of your love
I can’t help but wonder if
You would have been happier
If my face was less interesting
