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


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.

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