We were innocent
In those sunny days long ago,
Free from the heartaches of
Time’s passing.
You were young and I
Was younger, though we
Both longed to grow up
Much faster than was wise.
I sat in the middle of the
Merry-go-round
Holding tightly to my
Childhood as you
Pushed me faster and faster
Through the dizzying
Eternal summer.
I watched the breeze
Ruffle the curls that
Danced at the base of your neck
Waiting for a stolen kiss,
Wondering if it would taste
Like the honey of
Inexperienced promise.
Now our summers are
Too brief and the excitement
Of tomorrow has become
An ordinary today.
The merry-go-round has rusted now
And refuses to spin but I still wait
And wonder if, in the waiting,
You are longing, too.