The road comes to an end.
As I come around the bend, I see them.
Grouped and colorful, the hue of early April.
It was my cue to meet someone new.
Who was there that day?
What cars passed as I made my way?
Could anyone see our first embrace?
Such grace exceeds through my mind
For me this is pure phenomenon
For you this is just another way to say
“Hey, you met someone new today”
But no, I hoard these memories with great passion
Without a train of thought
I can remember what happened
And oh, the smells
The smells tell the story
A tale of a boy with no worries
Not a want in the world
Caught at the right time
What he got: Love for a lifetime.
Copyright © James C.A Buchanan