Nineteen and Seventy-Six

the expectation.... is the pain i write will be only a something faintly remembered lesson learned lesson earned tied up in a scarlet ribbon in my rubble laughter in the summer yellowed as the white i wore and obscured by my view of you playing, laughing... rescuing.. and acting like we were grown- ups living a life how much better the hot summer used to get hot...wet...tanned with sweat on our lips and kissing like children at the fair playing enough not to hurt two hearts we said....... then.... Forever we spoiled the summer of 76. by janetta