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Some of my
favorite times
were spent
kissed by
summer’s sunshine.
My shoulders hugged
between thighs
of young love
on concrete-capped
brick stairs
joyously having my hair
played in –
brushing my waves in
with loving hands –
proudly claiming me
as her man
when in reality
I was little more
than a boy
in men’s trappings.
The mischievous laughing
in her voice
still echoes
in the chambers
of my head
where memories
live like immortals.
Unlike my hair,
those steps
are still there
like lingering stares,
left behind.
For life and time
have caught us both
within their current
and carried us off
to disparate places,
separate lives,
forever changed
having written
a chapter together
and I am
all the better
for having written it
with her.
- HymnAgen
