I was sixteen. I’d just been dumped By a girl I wasn’t actually with And who was using me To get something else The beautiful neighbor girl From across the street Had tried to tell me This would happen But I didn’t listen I knocked on the neighbor girl’s door Because I needed a friend … Continue reading "Remembering My First Real… Kiss"
I have these Fugitive visions They come and go like Dappled sunlight through windblown leaves I see you in them I seem us in them But the fantasy that burns within me Burns out Before I ever Get a chance To see your face
not even years later on facebook would i admit this to her ... ever ...
She was eighteen, I was fourteen, All I had were dreams; Damn, those were confusing visions, With recurrent themes — I felt tortured every night. I’d try to get some rest: There she was, then, on the beach, And I just felt possessed. Images and strange new feelings; Latency and double dealings, Sonia smiling down … Continue reading "Diaries of Another Summer (8)"
It all comes back in an instant.
If you look carefully at the photo, I'm just slightly to the right of it.
From "Conversations With My Nieces"...
“It’s just a crush,” they told him, “You’ll grow out of it,” they said; Well, it’s been thirteen years, And there she is, still in his head — For being young does not mean One can’t tell false love from true; Or know the ache of loving someone Who does not love You [As is … Continue reading "Crushed"
I have so many wonderful teen memories, it seems unfair not to share.