Melancholy Memory
I heard the sad news,
just as the radio
played our Jim Croce' song....
Did they know?....
...
It became our song,....
the spring we turned fifteen....
and gave us an excuse....
to be close...
You were so patient
sharing your guitar, and
teaching me about frets
strings, the bridge
My fingertips sore,
you took my hand in yours..
gently rubbed and, kissed them
one by one
Did we know young love
only has one season?
'Time In A Bottle' was
all we had
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
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