Our Starry Eyes
You were with me last spring
(and you know who you are and what I mean),
when time stood still
and roses filled
the garden in your back yard,
imprisoned
by that rusty old chain link fence
I used to climb, trying
to impress you and get your
attention, anyway I could…
back when your life and mine were
a wave of wicked, wild, wonderful and good.
Not that
it’s all bad now, it’s just that
lately I feel as though I’m behind
the proverbial plough and you’re
so much farther down
the road somehow,
well beyond
the fork, where
we said our last goodbyes.
And I remember well
the snow that fell
and summer passed before
our starry eyes.
© Terrell Martin, 12/10/2024
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2024
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