''I Breathed His Name a Thousand Times''
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a kid in love in deep adoration-
oh the worship the longing affection
I breathed his name
writing it in my notebook a thousand times
david dave dave mrs david . . .
love forever and ever and ever
I kissed him with passion in my mind and dreams
a girl of fourteen a geek with bottle glasses
with her nose in a book
I even wrote a love note a fatal letter
that winged itself to nowhere
after all he was a quarterback
a noble god so regal on his throne
charging down the football field
like he was at war rockets and bombs bursting
the crowd cheering their champion
in class he looked with a stare at his blank notes
on tests the guy grimaced and groaned
most popular boy in school with golden hair
the body of a man
the brain of a child he was my everything
I wanted to have his children I was smitten
enchanted
enthralled
oh it was love
sadly he did not know my name
did not even look at me I was nothing in his
world I hung my head like a dying flower
he did not see the ugly duckling in love
one time I congratulated him
he looked at me like I was speaking
in an alien tongue
the truth hurt deeply my heart bled
with a sea of tears scars
are the road map to the soul I have learned
the years rolled on but I never forgot david
years withered like leaves of decay
my heart drowning in memories
I left the ugly duckling far behind and the quarterback
and a flower grew
life rumbled on since those high school days
then one bright sunny day not long ago
on a city street
I was walking my hair blowing in the wind
like a flowing river streaming down my shoulders
my sundress pressed to my curves construction workers
whistled and blew kisses
clouds like ice cream castles floated in the sky
and there he was -
walking towards me my long ago love from a far off place
I knew it was him the smile the easy going walk
the confidence the godly air
and I was taken back to the shy little girl
I passed by saying nothing nothing nothing
but he paused I wonder did he know
I continued on smiling and laughing to myself
the wheels of justice turn slowly
because he has lost all his golden hair
and was that a donut underneath his shirt -
and the drums of time have ceased to play
on this love of long ago
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July 22, 2015
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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