revisiting where i grew up, i walk along a starry beach: the gulf is gentle, welcoming, the moon seems within reach -- but childhood is not, i fear. so often, we remember the way things felt, not how they were. and so, this is blue december i will recall the world that was, and note, …
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.. there's a story in how they're looking ...
"Come now, you owe me one."
Across the span of love and space, I see her young, her vibrancy; A sister of tomorrows that She was not fated far to see — But yet: within each perfect sky My heart and eyes can feel her there, In days that say that life is good, And some of that is still Adair
The first kiss was a trial run; The second kiss, we meant it — Our eyes had locked that certain way, And nothing could prevent it The fear and worry that we had The spark would just be missing — That disappeared the second time That we resumed Our kissing
but when he died, we stopped; for those who knew, found wordless were their thoughts. does music live, when those who made it are gone? or is it merely a ghost, a fading echo of what was once living? there was a day, a strong-remembered afternoon, with the smell of cooking vegetables and spices. on …
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This isn’t my neighborhood anymore; This isn’t the place where I start each day – Habitual turn to come up this street I lost awhile back when we moved away But we raised our kids in a house back there, And what seemed important then now seems small: The hopes that we had, and the …
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she asked, what do you really want? i said, i’m sure i do not know. she stared out at the endless sea, and watched the wavelets come and go and as the summer turned a page, the daylight dimmed as by a switch – and love grew old, or maybe me — i still cannot …
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We drove around on rented bikes (Though she had decorated hers) And laughed until our sides got sore And we could barely pedal Anymore